Hiya everyone! Sorry for the late update! I was over at a friend's house for a sleepover, and didn't get back until now, so here's another new chapter. I think that this is all I'll be writing today, so savor it!

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own POTC or any of it's fantasical characters.

"I'm starting to think that you don't know what you're doing."

Chapter 13

Angelica was walking down the stairs to meet Jack in his cabin, when she ran into Elizabeth. "Oh, sorry," she said. "Don't worry. You're fine," Elizabeth replied. Angelica continued walking until she thought of something. "Were you with Jack?" "Yes. We had a nice talk. In fact, he was talking about you."

"Really? Me?"

"Yeah really."

"What did he say?"

"If you wanna know so bad, go ask him." And Elizabeth left with that. Angelica was curious about why Jack was talking about her to her best friend. So, she went to the door of cabin. Instead of knocking, she just barged in like she always would on him. But to her great surprise, Jack was changing. Changing clothes. He had his shirt off, but he didn't get to his pants. "Oi! There's a new thing! It's called... knocking!" Jack screamed. Angelica chuckled and closed the door behind her. "What the bloody hell are you doing here!" he followed. "Oh, nothing. Elizabeth just told me that you two had a interesting conversation about me. And I want to know what it was."

"Hmm, well, first, you tell me what you and Barbossa said to each other."

"Fine. We made a deal."

"For what, love?"

"The Pearl." Jack suddenly felt angry, enraged, upset, and murderous. "What... did... you... say..." he asked darkly. "You heard me," she said, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. Jack immediately reached for his pistol, and pointed it at her. Obviously, Angelica wasn't prepared for that. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now," he said, even darker than his previous statement. "Well, I'll give you three," she said, walking toward him, at very slow pace. "One, you can't handle a child all by yourself. Two, you don't even know what the negotiation was about."

"Well, what was it about? I know the Pearl, but what else?"

"I said that I'd get her out of the bottle, and the two of you would have to captain it, without anymore mutiny crap."

"Oh, that explains so much," Jack said, lowering his pistol. By this time, the two were very close, and Angelica put her hands on Jack's tanned, tattooed, and scarred chest. "Okay, love. What's the third reason?"

"I have too many stirrings for you."

"Stirrings?"

"Yes, Jack. Stirrings. Do have them, you know, for me?"

"Yes indeed, love. I have many stirrings for you." And with that, Jack pulled her in for a kiss. But, Jack couldn't hold off Blackbeard from coming through, again. So, he opened his eyes and pushed Angelica away. She realized that her father had come through Jack again, and she sighed. She pulled out her sword and challenged "Jack" to a duel. "You won't win," he said. "Actually, I will," she said, and they started to fight. Within two minutes, Angelica had cut Jack's arm, by accident, and blood was pouring out. "No, Jack," she mumbled. The real Jack had come back, and he was surprised that he was cut open. "Bloody hell," he said before he fell to the ground. Angelica ran to his side and saw her handiwork. The cut was deep, and it went down from his shoulder, to his forearm. "Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry," she said, tearing her blouse and tried it around one part of his arm. "Nah, love. It's me who should be sorry. Shouldn't 'ave let him in," he said, clearly the pain coming through his voice. She continued to tear her blouse until his whole arm was bandaged. "Thanks love," he said, noticing that her blouse was clearly unusable anymore. "Go get one of my shirts. You clearly need a new one," he added. Angelica smiled and she went to a pile of his shirts. "Don't look," she said. Clearly, she was going to take off her shirt in front of Jack. "Love, we had a kid together. I think that I've seen all of you."

"Still."

"Ugh. Fine. My eyes are closed." Angelica had her back to him and took off her shirt. Before she knew it, Jack's good arm was wrapped around her waist. "Even when you're hurt, you still seem to be even more of a romantic. I thought I told you not to look."

"You did, but you never said I couldn't come and... get you." Jack started to kiss her neck, and, while doing so, fighting off Blackbeard at the same time. He began to get pissed off by Blackbeard's stupid games. He definitely was at World's End, again. He stopped and Angelica looked at him over her shoulder. "I didn't tell you to stop," she said. "No, but he did," Jack answered. She looked at him and pulled his face close to hers and she kissed his cheek. "I'll be out in a bit. See if Will can help you with that little boo-boo." "Yes mother," Jack mocked. He put on one of his other shirts and walked out of the cabin.

He walked up the stairs and saw Will talking with Barbossa. The whelp and his mutinous ex-first mate. One hell of a combo. Jack approached the two and Barbossa was saying, "... so then, I cut off me own leg so that I could survive that bastard's attack. And that's how my lovely Pearl ended up in the prison she's in." "That's very interesting," Will agreed. "Excuse me, gentlemen. Sorry for interrupting your tea party and talk, but Will, could you help me out with this little nasty?" Jack asked, lifting up his sleeve, showing the wrapped injury. Blood had seeped through Angelica's blouse pieces, to show that it wasn't a "little nasty". "Good Lord Jack! What did you do?" Will asked. "Never mind that! Just help me quick!" Jack pleaded. Will ran to his cabin and came back quickly with a gigantic roll of thick bandages. He wrapped it around Jack's arm, and tied it. "There, hopefully it won't seep through," Will said. "Thanks mate."

"Jack, could we have a word?" Barbossa asked, as Jack was turning around to leave. "Sure, Hector." Will walked away so that the Pirate Lords could have their space. "Did Miss Teach tell you about what she proposed about the Pearl?"

"Aye, indeed. We'll have to... work together, then."

"Yes, and no mutiny on my part, nor yours."

"Yep. Sounds... fun."

"She has feelings for you."

"Who, Angelica?"

"No, Jack, the bloody wenches in Tortuga!"

"Okay, okay. No need to get pissy."

"Jack, she has..."

"Stirrings. I know. I know. We just went over that together."

"You and Angelica?"

"No, Barbossa, the bloody wenches in Tortuga!"

"Okay, okay. No need to get pissy."

"Ugh, I can't stand you!"

"Neither can I."

"You can't stand yourself?"

"You know what I meant!"

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Would you calm down!"

"God, Jack I could just strangle you."

"Go ahead! There's nothing stopping you!"

"Enough!" yelled Gibbs. The two captains looked at him with cross expressions. "Capt'n's," he finished. Jack nodded to him and looked at Barbossa. "If you have somethin' to say, I might have somethin' as well," Barbossa said. "First to the finish, then," Jack said, a déjà vu of about fifteen years ago on the sandbar before the war that led to the death of Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett.

Jack walked to the starboard rail of the ship and leaned on it. Then, he thought he saw a ship. It looked pretty big and it was a blur so he couldn't make out the color or the name for that matter. "Ship! Starboard side!" yelled a crewmember from the crow's nest. Jack pulled out his telescope and looked at it. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. "What is it Jack?" Angelica had appeared behind him, looking to the blur of a ship. "It's her." "Who! What's the ship!"

"It's the Queen Anne's Revenge."

Ohhhhh snap! Who's captaining the Queen Anne's Revenge, and does Jack have even more than stirrings for Angelica and vise versa? Stay tuned! Reviews are welcome!

~Sparrow789