Okay so the next chapter in my story! And thank you to u r awesome for your review! Everyone in my family is alright from that stupid hurricane but it was the most boring time in my life without any power...

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"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil, that Hell itself, spat him back out?"

Chapter 16

Once Jack and Barbossa arrived on their ship, they looked around and remembered it as they left it. All the crewmembers were surprised by the new arrivals on the ship, that they didn't know what to say. "Cap'n!" someone yelled. "No, no, no, it's cap'n's. Don't ya see two of 'em?" another said. Then, the ship erupted with shouts and yells. "Oh shut it!" Jack yelled. The ship went silent and they stared at him. "As you can see, me and Barbossa are back and will be captaining this magnificent ship once again. Now with that aside..." "But cap'n, what about what happened last time?" somebody else asked. "That, right now, isn't an issue. Anyway, we will be following the Dutchman to Tortuga. Any questions?" Silence. "Right then, set sail for Tortuga!" Barbossa yelled. "Aye, aye captains!" the crew yelled.

Later on that day, Angelica, Gibbs, and Matthew had come onto the Pearl. Gibbs went right to work closely followed by Matthew because Jack wanted him to learn the ropes of being a pirate. Barbossa and he worked out a schedule of manning the helm and right now it was Jack's turn. It was just beginning to turn dark out. Angelica had just came up the stairs and stood next to Jack. "I see you found your old clothes," he said, noticing her new change of clothing. "I can't believe you kept these this long," she replied. "Well, I always had hope, you know."

"Hope that you would find me?"

"Yup. And you defiantly still fit in them."

"What're you saying Jack?"

"The last time you wore those clothes was when we..."

"Okay, Jack. I get your drift. When do you get off?"

"In about twenty minutes. Barbossa has the helm until three in the morning."

"Good. That gives us plenty of time to do our favorite various debaucheries."

"I knew I always loved your thinking." Angelica gave him a smile and went down to his cabin. She discovered Barbossa sitting in a chair and drinking rum. "Jack's up at the helm, Miss Angelica," he rumbled. "I know. I'm waiting for him down here," she responded. "Ah. I'll make sure no one disturbs you two then. My shift's after his," he replied. "Thank you," she said. "Ah, no problem, lass. Just tryin' to get me amends is all."

"Barbossa, I think that you and I both know that I do forgive you, after what happened two days ago with my father and everyone. It's just so..."

"...So weird to have him back from the dead? Trust me, lass, I've seen much weirder things than the walking dead, trust me."

Angelica put on a quizzical look, then remembered the stories Jack told her about his adventures before seeing her again. "No more Aztec gold for you, eh?" she joked. Barbossa smiled and shook his head. "Ah, it's time for me to relieve Jack. Goodnight Miss Angelica, and try not to be too loud," Barbossa said, walking out the door. Angelica was just about to retaliate, but the door closed. To pass the short time she had to get ready, she took off her clothes and put on one of Jack's big shirts that barely went past her quads. She slipped off one of the shoulders off the shirt so her shoulder was showing and she sat in a chair near the bed.

It took longer than she wanted. But he did come. Jack walked through the door and stared at her. "Oh... bugger," he mumbled. "Now, now. That's not appropriate for you to say," she said, lowering her eyes just the way he liked. "Pirate," he said, shrugging his shoulders. She got up and walked toward him. When she reached him, she put her hands on his shoulders pulled him closer. Jack took hold of her waist and put his other hand in her hair. "My Angelica. My sweet, devious, Spanish beauty. Why do you vex me so much?" he whispered. She smiled and her hand traveled up to his face. "I think it's you who vexes me," she replied. "Oh really? How so?" he asked, stroking her hair. "Well, you leave me anywhere and I can't get you out of my head. And now, we're here, my ideal dream."

"Your ideal dream is just standing here, with me, talking? That's not much of idealness."

"If you have a better idea, go ahead. Show me what you can do."

With that, Jack's eyes went wide and a devious smile crossed his face. "As you wish," was his reply before he locked lips with her. She was wanting this moment for the longest time. For him to finally kiss her without being interrupted by her father's spirit. No matter what will happen tonight, Angelica knew that Jack would always be a pirate, putting his life on the line for something probably stupid. But she wouldn't want him any other way. Oh, speaking of, she did want him right now. She wanted him like a seagull wanted to be fed some people food. Their tongues had a little dance going and Angelica wrapped her arms around his neck. Just when she was enjoying this, Jack broke off the kiss. "What's wrong?" she asked. A smile crept to Jack's face and said, "Why do you think that there's something wrong? Trust me love, nothing's wrong when I'm around you." Then, he continued to kiss her. They moved to the bed and Jack laid her down. Right before he laid with her, someone burst through the cabin's door. It was Elizabeth, and she was crying. "Jack!" she sobbed. Angelica sat up and looked at her friend.

Elizabeth ran into Jack's arms and cried harder. Angelica got up from the bed and stood at Jack's side. He patted Elizabeth on the back and whispered, "There, there, love. There's no need to cry." "Jack... Tucker's dead," she managed to choke out. That struck Angelica and Jack like a bolt of lightning. Tucker. Dead. How could that be and how did Elizabeth know? "How do you know?" Angelica asked. "We... we just picked him up... from the water... he was... floating on a... barrel... oh Jack!" Elizabeth cried. Jack hugged her tighter and looked at Angelica. He noticed that tears had started to form in her eyes. He extended one of his arms toward her and she also was in a tight embrace with him. Jack wasn't sure what exactly to do about this, but he had to make both women comfortable. "Ladies, stay in here until I come back," he said. He let go of them and Elizabeth went to lay on his bed, crying into the pillow. He took hold of Angelica's arms and pulled her close to him. "Please try to calm her down," he whispered. Angelica nodded and sat on the bed with her friend. Jack then exited the room and when onto the deck.

There, he saw a group of his crew huddled around what appeared to be a body. Jack approached and confirmed that it was Tucker. He was shot in the head and stabbed through his heart. Among the crew around him was Gibbs, Barbossa, Cotton and his parrot, Pintel and Ragetti, who were sobbing hysterically, and two faces Jack recognized but didn't know were a part of his crew. Murtogg and Mullroy. "Cap'n," Gibbs said. "Yeah," Jack answered.

"There was a note attached to him."

"Lemme see it." Jack snatched the piece of paper in Gibbs's hand and read it.

You're a fool Sparrow. Because of you, I murdered this boy so that I could show you that I'm in no mood to play around. I see that you have gotten your precious Pearl back and I intend to sink it, again. If you don't give yourself up, the next dead body will be your precious son.

"Damn him!" Jack shouted. The crew looked at him and Jack said, "What're you lookin' at? Back to work!" "Aye, captain!" they shouted as they resumed to their work. "Sir, Captain Turner dropped off Miss Elizabeth around ten minutes ago and came to find... him," Gibbs informed him as he pointed to Tucker's body. "He said that he had to get back to his duties as captain of the Dutchman, so she couldn't go. He said that he's going to gather some of the people from the Locker that we knew so that we could fight Blackbeard with somewhat of a better advantage," Gibbs finished. Jack let that info soak in and smiled. "We're gonna have an army of the undead Gibbs! That's fantastic!" he said. "What should we do with him?" Gibbs asked, pointing to Tucker's body again. "Oh, uh, wrap him up in some sail. I'll see what Elizabeth wants to do with him," Jack answered. Gibbs nodded and went below deck to fetch some unused sail while Jack went back into his cabin to find that Elizabeth had fallen asleep in his bed and Angelica was in a chair, sleeping as well. He walked quietly to her and lifted her up. "Jack..." she mumbled. "Shh. You're gonna sleep in Barbossa's bed tonight love. Don't worry, I'll change the sheets for you," he said, smiling. She put on a weak smile and Jack went to work on changing the sheets. As soon as he was done, Angelica plopped down on the bed and went immediately to sleep. Jack smiled and bent down to kiss her cheek. "Good night love," he whispered in her ear.

He then went over to Elizabeth and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She lazily opened her eyes and looked up at Jack. "Lizzie, if you wanna sleep here, you'll have to get under the covers so you'll be a bit more comfortable," he whispered. She did get under the covers and tears rolled down her cheeks. Jack sat on the bed and wiped the tears away. "Go to sleep, love. You'll need to be rested up," he said. She put her hand on his and squeezed it. "It's alright love, I'll get him for you. I'll kill that murderous bastard. And that is a promise," he said. She squeezed his hand even harder and kissed it. "Thank you, Jack," was all she managed to say before closing her eyes and fell to sleep. Jack got up and sat in a chair and tried to fall asleep. He knew now that Blackbeard crossed the line. This meant war.

Yeah, so Tucker's dead. I cried a bit when I wrote that because of poor Lizzie's reaction. Please review!

~Sparrow789