Chapter 2

My eyes widened in shock the second the man said my name. The woman untied the bandana that she had used to gag me and cut the rope that bound my wrists. I looked up at the man.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot more than just your name, Angel," The man replied, coming down a staircase and looking me in the eyes. I was fighting the urge to shake uncontrollably, but it was a losing battle, so I crossed my arms across my chest, shifted my weight to my right leg, and bent my left one, keeping my foot on the ground.

"It's Miss Diaz to you." I snapped. I may have been fighting nerves, but my anger came through. "And I demand to know what is going on."

"You're in my care now, lass," he replied, still looking into my eyes.

"And who the hell are you?" I spat.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," the pirate said, bowing. I couldn't believe it. Jack Sparrow, the infamous pirate from my history books was now standing in front of me. I had no idea how that was possible, but there he was. He spoke again.

"Take a good look at that piece of land, Miss Diaz. Ya won't see it again for a while." That's when I realized the ship was moving. We must have weighed anchor when Jack was talking to me and I just didn't notice.

"Wait a minute. You're Jack Sparrow?" I inquired, not believing him.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, and yes, I am." Jack responded.

"But you lived in the 18th century. It's the 21st century now. You can't possibly be Captain Jack Sparrow because then you would have to have lived for three centuries and that's not possible." I responded, convinced that this man before me couldn't possibly be Jack Sparrow.

"Not probable. Yes, we are in the 21st century here, but on the other side of the Bermuda Triangle, it's still the 18th century." Jack said, smiling a bit. Now I'd had it. There was no way in hell the Bermuda Triangle existed and everything he'd just said was obviously a lie. I was really pissed at that point and didn't try to hide my anger in any way at all.

"The Bermuda Triangle doesn't exist! And there's no way you can jump three centuries into the future or past! Time travel isn't possible." I wasn't just going to pretend to go along with this crap that was being thrown at me. There was no way any of it was true, right?

"Believe what you want, lass, but it's all true and you'll see the reality soon enough." Jack replied, acting as if my outburst had never happened. "Anamaria, take Miss Diaz to her cabin."

"Aye Cap'n." The woman came up to me and took me by the arm and led me to a cabin on the ship's lower deck. It was quite cramped, only containing a small bed, a chest of drawers, and what I could only assume was supposed to be a bathroom. I also had a small window that looked out over the sea.

"You have a change of clothes on the bed, as well as a few other sets of clothes in the chest of drawers. I suggest you change," Anamaria told me as she left my room, closing the door behind her. I shuffled over to my bed and looked at the outfit that had been laid out for me. It was a long-sleeve off-white peasant shirt, a pair of navy blue pants, and black knee-high boots with white socks. I didn't exactly like the outfit, but after looking in the chest of drawers and seeing more of the same shirts and pants, I realized I didn't have much choice. So I took off my swimsuit top and opened a drawer, only to discover underwear. I was relieved and grabbed a pair and shut the drawer again, putting my bikini top on the bed. Once I'd changed into the shirt, pants, and socks, I took down my hair and brushed it with an ivory comb I had found on top of the chest of drawers. I then braided it into two French braids and pulled the boots on. I then walked back over to my bed. Just as I was about to sit down, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Anamaria," a woman's voice replied. I crossed my room and opened the door, allowing Anamaria to enter my room.

"The captain wants t' see you on deck, lass," Anamaria informed me. I still didn't believe him to be Jack Sparrow, and expressed my feelings loudly on the matter.

"Well lass, you may have a change mind once you see where we're headed," Anamaria responded, turning to leave my room. I couldn't think of what she could possibly mean by that, but I followed her nonetheless.

Once we were out on deck in the sunlight, I realized that I wished I had grabbed my sunglasses when I was back in Jamaica. After I looked out to sea and saw no land in sight, I realized we were miles away from civilization. A hand suddenly touched my shoulder, causing me to jump.

"Sorry. Didn't mean t' startle you," a deep voice behind me said. I turned and there was Jack. I didn't trust him, and pulled away from him quickly.

"What do you want," I honestly didn't feel like calling him Jack, or captain. He almost looked hurt at the way I'd pulled away and the way I had spoken. Any other time I would've apologized, but I was still pissed at having been taken away from Jamaica very much against my will, so I showed no change of heart.

"Just thought I'd see how you're doing," he replied.

"I'd be doing much better if I was back at my house in Jamaica!" I snapped, the rage building inside my head.

"You'll like where we're going. Back to the 18th century, I mean," Jack said, trying to comfort me. I couldn't believe he was still trying to convince me we were going to the 18th century by way of the Bermuda Triangle. What a load of malarkey.

"Oh will you give it a rest? That's total bull-shit and you know it!" Instead of arguing, Jack turned and walked back to the helm. I figured he didn't want anything more to do with me, and seeing as the sun was setting, I figured I'd head inside to see about dinner. I ran into Anamaria on my way to my room and asked.

"It'll be ready in about 10 minutes. You can head down to the galley then." Anamaria replied.

"Alright. Which way is the galley?"

"Just go to the left from your room, then go right at the end of the hall. Go down the stairs and the door's on the right." Anamaria explained. I nodded, and headed for my room. Once I got there, I took my boots off and laid down on the small bed. I looked up at the ceiling of the cabin, and thoughts of home flooded into my mind...

Angel is 5 years old and running around her huge backyard. Her father is chasing after her.

"You can't catch me, daddy!" Angel begins to run faster, her tan little bare feet flying across the grass underneath her.

"Oh yeah?" Her father picks up speed and snatches his daughter off the ground. He spins her around in the air, looking into her eyes. She's smiling and laughing. James puts her up on his shoulders and runs with her back to their Victorian mansion, where his wife Alexis is sitting on the porch, drinking lemonade and reading.

"I see you finally caught her, James," Alexis says, laughing.

"Just barley. Angel here can really run," James replies, breathing heavily. He puts Angel on the ground and she picks up her cup of lemonade.

"Mommy, can I have some more lemonade?" Angel asks.

"May I…" Alexis corrects, but Angel jumps in, fixing her mistake. "May I have some more lemonade?"

"Yes you may." Alexis pours her some lemonade from the pitcher sitting on the wicker table beside her.

"Thank you." Angel says once her cup is full again. She walks over to a small rocking chair and sits down. A warm summer breeze hits and Angel closes her eyes and inhales the smell of her mother's garden as well as the smell of the ocean not far away…

It was then that I realized how much I missed my home in Los Angeles. My attendants in Jamaica had probably called my parents and they were now probably sick with worry. After all, I am their only child, and I mean everything to them. Thinking of my mother and father brought tears to my eyes. I started crying, the tears flowing freely down my face. Any other time I would've stopped myself, but now I didn't care. I didn't know when I was going to see my home or family again.

I don't know how long I lay there crying, but after a while, I heard a soft knock at my door. Wiping the tears from my face and steadying my voice I called out.

"Who is it?"

"Anamaria. May I come in?" Even though I hadn't known her a whole day yet, Anamaria seemed to be the only person I could possibly trust on the ship, so I welcomed the thought of companionship.

"Yes, you may come in," Anamaria opened the door and stepped into my room. She shut the door behind her and she crossed over to my bed.

"I heard you cryin' and I wanted to see what was wrong," Anamaria said as she sat down beside me.

"Thanks for your concern, but don't worry about me," I replied, eyes cast down to my feet.

"Would you like to tell me what's wrong, or should I not pry into your business," she questioned. She was really trying to comfort me, so I felt I could tell her.

"I was just thinking about my home in California and my parents," I confessed. "I don't know when or if I'll ever see them again. I'm their only child and I mean everything to them." I almost started crying again, but stopped myself.

"I'm sorry we took you from those you love but…"

"If you're so sorry, then why did you take me in the first place?" I yelled, the fury returning tenfold. As much as I embraced the thought of someone who had sympathy for me, that someone happened to be the one who kidnapped me in the first place.

"Angel…Miss Diaz…it wasn't my idea to kidnap you. Honest. But there are reasons behind it. Good reasons, I assure you," Anamaria said, trying her best to calm me down.

"Call me Angel if you like, but what good reason could a heartless lying man like Jack possibly have for kidnapping me?" I responded, now standing and staring at Anamaria with venom in every word I spoke.

"You'll find out soon enough, lass. Now how about we go and have dinner? It's not much, but it's better than going hungry," Anamaria said, changing the subject. The thought of food made me hungry, so I nodded, put my boots back on, and followed her to the galley.

Author's Note:
What could possibly be Jack's reason behind Angel's kidnapping? Reviews are welcome – Artemis