Heya. So, this is my second chapter of TROD. Jack's mentioned, but not entirely in it yet. Next chapter, I promise!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, but I would like to.

"... But you have heard of me."

Chapter 2

Elizabeth and Angelica were walking down the street when the boys were running towards them. "Mother! You'll never believe who's coming to Port Royal!" Tucker said excitedly. "It's true! When we heard, we had to come and tell you!" Matthew yelled. "Okay, okay! Who is it?" Angelica asked. "It's... oh you'll never believe it... it's Jack Sparrow! Captain Jack Sparrow and Joshamee Gibbs! They're in search for some ship-in-a-bottle or something like that! I just can't believe it!" Tucker said. "Yeah, after hearing all those you told us, Mrs. Turner, I can't wait to meet him!" Matthew said. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Coming here, to Port Royal," Elizabeth stated in shock. She never thought she would ever see him again after he saved Will and saved her. "Yes! Aren't you excited?" Tucker asked his mother. "Yes, yes I am. I'm... I'm just in shock. Him coming here and all," Elizabeth answered him. "What about you, mother? Are you excited?" Matthew inquired. "Oh... yes. I'm thrilled," Angelica lied. "When is he coming?" Elizabeth asked the pair. "Sometime this week! Someone said maybe even tomorrow!" Tucker answered. "Fantastic! Tucker, come home so we can get ready for our guests tomorrow! Matthew, you're welcome to help!" Elizabeth stated. "Thank you, ma'am. Mother, may I?" Matthew asked his mother. "Yes, you can. Just... just be in time for supper," Angelica regrettably said. "Thank you, mother! I won't be long, I promise!" Matthew thanked. The trio went off to Elizabeth's home to tidy up for their "most special" guests.

"What have I done," Angelica said to herself. "I let him 'tidy-up' for him. Why did I do that?" she questioned herself. Then, she heard the front door open. "Excuse me. Is anyone here? I have a message for a Miss Angelica Teach-Sparrow." It was a man's voice. He was most likely the post man. "Yes. But my name is only Angelica Teach. Nothing more. Nothing less," she replied. "Yes ma'am, but it says 'Sparrow' here," the man said. He looks so familiar, Angelica thought to herself. "Yes. Thank you, sir," she answered. "You're most welcome, mi lady," he answered her. "What's your name, sir?" she quickly asked the man. "My name is Randall Beckett," the man said. "Beckett. As in..." "... as in Lord Cutler Beckett, yes. I'm his brother," the man finished. "Oh." Angelica mumbled. "Yes. I never did like what my brother did to those poor people, even though they were pirates. When I was young, I wanted to be a pirate. But then my brother would have to hang me as well, ha ha," the man rambled."Yes, ha ha," Angelica said. "Well, good day to you miss," he said as he walked out. "Wonder what this is," Angelica said as the man closed the door. She opened the letter and it read:

Angelica,

You are in danger. Your father is looking for you and he won't stop searching until he finds you. I will most likely be dead when you read this, but just be careful. I don't know what he wants, but I heard that he is hell-bent to find you, the one-legged man, and Captain Sparrow. Please be careful and take care of your son.

Arabella Smith

P.S. I hear "The Captain" is the father. I'm guessing he was drunker than I remember him. No offence to you.

Arabella Smith. Who is that? Angelica asked herself. Of course! She was a friend of his when they were young. But how does she know me? And how does she know about Matthew? And how is her father looking for her? He's dead. She saw it with her own eyes. And who the father is... "Mother! I'm home!" Matthew yelled into the house. "What's that you got?" he asked. "Oh nothing. Clean up Tucker's house did you?" she put the letter down on the kitchen table. "Yes, and his house looks great. I can't wait! Can you?" he said, putting his jacket on the kitchen chair. "Y... Yes. I am," she lied again. "What's bothering you, mother? Ever since this afternoon, you've been acting... um, well, odd."

"Odd. You're saying I'm odd, is that right Matthew Edward?"

"No, mother. I'm saying you've not been yourself. That's all." he stammered. Angelica looked away from her son, the spitting image of his father. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little... a little stressed," she said. "Do you want me to cook supper tonight?" Matthew asked. "No, I already did it," she answered. "Okay, let's eat now then," he said.

They ate dinner in silence and Angelica went to bed early. All night she dreamt of the past. She and him. Him and she. The night in the convent, the first night she met him, and they ran away together and were in love. When she tried to kill him in St. Domingue. When he left her. In London. When they danced on her father's ship. At the Fountain of Youth. When she told him she loved him and he left. She woke early the next morning and saw Matthew was already out of bed and in the kitchen, eating his breakfast. "Good morning, mother! Tucker has just come over to tell us that Captain Sparrow's ship was spotted about twenty minutes ago on the horizon! We're gonna meet him, mother! We're gonna meet him!" Matthew sat down at the kitchen table and Angelica cringed. "Oh God. My revenge has come, then," Angelica whispered under her breath.

So, what did you think? As I said before, Jack will be in this quicker than you think.

~Sparrow789