- A Pirates of the Caribbean FanFiction -

It Led to Wickedness

Chapter 2: "Lose Something?"

A/N: I'd like to thank anyone and everyone who is now reading this second chapter because it means that you got through the first and are faithful that the next would be a doozey! Although, you probably didn't come up with that exact wording. I'm just so special like that.

In her life as a soon-to-be celibate nun (of course, she was already celibate but it wasn't official yet), there weren't many excitements. No thrills or adrenaline rushes or happenings that weren't quite within the norm. It was just her, the other non-exciting prunes, and the already-nuns. But it was enough. She knew what she was doing was a good thing – the right thing. Sure, she hated the stupid dresses (how are you ever supposed to run in one of those?), she hated the boredom, and she hated the strict rules, but she didn't hate God. That was whom she was doing this for, after all. She was determined to do Him right, even though her faith in Him died just a tiny little bit when she heard of the cruelty of the world around her. Just a little.

But the best part was knowing that somewhere – wherever he was – she was making her father proud. She'd never actually seen him, besides the time when she was a baby, and frankly didn't even know his name, but it didn't matter because she knew in her heart that any father would be proud of his little girl growing into a fine young woman. Her mother was definitely smiling down at her from heaven, golden halo glistening against the white pearls. Her father could very well be in the same place, but she still had hope that he was somewhere out there, maybe even looking for her. It was a far-fetched dream perhaps, but what does one have if not dreams?

But this was definitely the right thing. Angelica Malon told herself that every single day to keep herself going. It was basically the one thing she never failed to do – the right thing. That is why she was left here at the convent as a baby when her mother died; so that she'd grow up knowing right from wrong even as an orphan. Although, it's not so black and white like that all the time, she thought as she read her book in her room.

Suddenly there was a thump and lots of yelling in Spanish coming from the main entrance.

"¿Qué estás haciendo? ¡Fuera! Se trata de un convento! No damos la bienvenida cerdos como tú."

"Convento... Oh, convent! Convent? Are you sure? I could have sworn – ouch! Okay, okay, I'm leaving!"

Angelica threw her book on the bed and ran out to see what was going on, only to find Sister Maria hitting some grubby-looking pirate in the face with a bible. She chuckled to herself at the sight. Sister Maria never failed to entertain when she was blistering with anger.

As the pirate, who was walking with a slight swagger, left, she saw something on the floor by the door. Maria left, muttering to herself, and Angelica picked up what looked to be a compass. She opened it up and to her surprise, the needle was violently spinning around and randomly changing directions. "Una brújula que no funciona," she said to herself. Well, from the looks of that pirate, he probably has a wooden sword too, she thought.

Even so, she kept the compass with her. She'd heard of mystical trinkets made by some very powerful people, and this could very well be one of them.

Later that night, Angelica was drifting off to sleep when she opened up the compass one more time. Again, the needle was spinning, but it started to slow down before it came to a stop, still quivering a little bit. It pointed in the direction of the main door of the convent. That's weird...

Suddenly she heard a violent rapping on her window. She went over to see what it was and saw the pirate from before, frantically trying to get her attention. She cautiously opened up the window, a little intrigued by this strange – and seemingly drunk – character.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"I'm here to claim what is rightfully mine!" Angelica stepped back a little at this comment, not sure if he was talking about his compass or... something else. The pirate rolled his eyes and said, "I dropped something on the way out. Would you by any chance know where it is?"

"What kind of something?"

"It's a... you know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if I just came in instead of hanging on to the window sill this whole bloody time."

"Oh." She opened the window all the way and watched as the pirate climbed his way into her room.

"There is a special device that I carry on my person at all times. It's a small brown box with gold trim, and if you open it up, there's a red needle that may or may not spin around until your head explodes -"

"A compass?"

"If you want to take the easy way out, then yes, most do call it a compass." This was definitely not a normal pirate.

Angelica reached over to her bed and pulled out the compass from under the blanket. The pirate's face lightened up significantly as he reached out to take it, but Angelica jerked her hand back.

"Not yet. I want to know what this compass does. Then, after I weigh my options, you may or may not leave here with it. If the options don't turn out so well for you, then you may or may not leave here with... something else."

The pirate gulped. "Well, missy, you don't take orders from just anyone, do you?" Angelica smiled and shrugged innocently. "I hate to break your spirits, luv, but there is nothing special about that compass other than the fact that it is broken."

"I don't believe you."

"No?"

"Nope. Number one, if it was broken you would never have come back to get it, and number two, you're a dirty, filthy liar and I can always detect one of those."

"Well, have you considered that I might need it back because it's got some sentimental value? Or maybe because I'm on my way to get it fixed."

"Now you're just making stuff up."

"Maybe you're just a delusional know-it-all."

"Okay, I guess you don't really want your compass back then."

His eyes widened and he said, "Sorry, I take it back, I promise! Damn... you're not going to give up without a fight, are you?" Angelica smiled and shook her head. "Fine, it's special, but I just -" he reached for it again but Angelica backed her hand up further – "want it -" reach, back up – "back!" He sighed in frustration.

"Tell me what it does."

"It points to... your favorite thing in the whole wide world. There. Now give it!"

"Liar!"

"Oh, come on!"

"This pointed to the door of the convent. I've lived here a long time, but not once have I proclaimed the door to be my pride and joy."

"The door, eh?" He smiled at this information. It looked like he was thinking of something... not good... and Angelica didn't like it.

"What?"

"What do you say we go on a little walk? I can show you my ship, maybe go on a little ride, and you can give me my compass. Some bonding time for two people caught up in a bit of fate."

"... are you asking me to leave with you?"

"Just for a little field trip! Don't worry, you'll be back before you know it," he said with a mischievous half-smile.

Angelica thought about this. She wasn't stupid; the pirate was asking her to leave this place... maybe forever... and go with him to... his ship. A captain. She could do so much with a captain of a ship on her leash, and as long as she had the compass, it would probably be a pretty short leash. And for the first time in Angelica's life, she did the wrong thing: "I'll go."

"That's the spirit, darling. I believe social convention dictates we should introduce ourselves now. Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," he said with a flamboyant bow. She could tell he probably got a lot of what he wanted with his charms. They didn't work on Angelica so much, though.

"Angelica Malon. Well Captain Sparrow, it looks like we're going to be getting to know each other pretty well," she said with a smile. She paused before saying, "Do you have anything that I could were that's not a dress?"

The captain smiled a gold-toothed smile. "I know of one thing, but it's a little chilly tonight for that kind of outfit... however, I know something else that could heat us up both quite a bit, and it would be very convenient if you did wear the outfit I'm thinking of."

Angelica glared at him. "Walk."

His smile dropped as he said, "Yes, dear."

And they both climbed out the window into the Great Perhaps. Much to Jack's surprise, Angelica needed no help jumping down to the ground. This could be interesting, he thought. Very interesting.

A/N: Oh my gosh, thanks so much for reading the entire chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it and have quite an idea for the next. Can you imagine how Jack's crew would react to Angelica for the first time? Oh, the possibilities... Anyway, you probably noticed I used Malon as Angelica's last name instead of Teach because at this point, she doesn't know her father is Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, so she uses her mother's last name. Also, regarding the little religious bit at the beginning, I want to warn you that there will be more of those to come. I'm really interested in philosophy (and I'm an atheist... irony, far out) and I've always thought Cap'n Jack would probably have some very interesting thoughts on the matter, being the genius he is. Toodles! (Who in their right mind would say "toodles"?)