Hi mates! As I promised there's a new chapter of this so called 'two-shot' that isn't. I thought for a while, and when I went to sleep instantly the idea of full story popped in my head. As I excepted no one wanted Jack dead – neither did I :)
So I hope this chapter makes up for a previous, sad one :) I hope you enjoy in reading.

Chapter Two
What's lost is lost forever

A low groan escaped his lips as he started regaining conscious. All he could feel was pain. A lot of pain, and that sick feeling, like something was in his chest, what was making him hard to breathe. A coughing fit finally helped him enough so he could open his eyes again.

At first the image was blurry and he couldn't see a thing in front of himself. "Am I drunk?" he thought as he shook with head in hopes to stabilize his eyesight. It didn't help him though…it only increased his already killing headache.

"I've never been that drunk before."

His sight finally stabilized so he was able to see properly now, He was lying. Lying on cold ground, what he took as a large rock. His eyebrows furrowed as he supported his weight with hands. "Where. The. Hell. Am. I?" he cautiously asked himself in head as he took a proper look at scene around him.

Everywhere around him were lying dead bodies of men that looked pretty much like a pirates.

"Wait a second…" he mumbled to himself as he saw something that looked like a fountain – destroyed. "This is the Fountain of Youth…"he murmured and his eyebrows furrowed once again "Fountain of Youth is destroyed. Why is it destroyed?"

He slowly moved hands to sit up properly when he felt something wet and sticky around his fingers. His gaze quickly fell down at it, only to make him shudder at sight. There was a small pool of blood. Blood was everywhere. He was in merely confuse before he something hit him. Why is the blood around him?

He swallowed hard before he looked down at himself. The sight in front of him wasn't pleasant…but still it wasn't such a big shock to him. Somehow he expected it. His chest and torso were covered in blood. His blood.

But if this happens to be his blood….where's the wound? Or whatever that caused such a bleeding.

Then suddenly he remembered everything that happened here just few moments ago. "Note to yourself…" he mumbled quietly "never ever trick Blackbeard again." He finished in confusion. But wouldn't he be dead by now if he was stabbed? Didn't he die…? Hadn't he had that feeling how his life slipped away…?

"Some people deserve second chance." A gentle voice echoed through the air, making him jump in surprise. He turned around only to be greeted by mermaid with brownish-like long hair that was freely falling down her chest hiding the more private parts of her beautiful body.

A small knot of anxiety stuck in his throat as he saw the mermaid. "Beautiful but deadly."

Mermaid continued looking at him, like it was nothing special to see him. But even if he didn't know much about mermaids he could tell that she was…different from others. She didn't look so deadly…he knows her from somewhere, but his mind was racing so fast that he couldn't remember her.

But those eyes…wait a second! Isn't this the same mermaid as the one they had captured and which gave him chalices with tear in one of them, when Blackbeard and Angelica were dying and…wait!

"Angelica," he thought, looking around if she was here, his questioning eyes stopped at mermaid once again.

"True love never dies," the mermaid began again looking at him directly in his brown eyes "Do not waste your second chance!" she added before she turned around and dove in dark water, leaving him completely alone in darkness once again.

"That would explain it…" he murmured while inspecting his 'wounded' chest. He touched it carefully…No pain…nothing, as if never anything had happened.

"Is just me or do I get a lot of these 'second chances' lately?"he thought out loud with a smirk as he stood up. He swaggered as he stood up again, buttoning his shirt that was unbuttoned once again. He looked around and saw his sword and hat lying flatly on ground next to one of many fallen pirates.

"Sorry mate," he mumbled to himself when he clumsily stumbled over the fallen pirate's form while picking up his 'effects'.

He shielded his surprisingly totally clean sword and put hat back on its place, smirking with his famous grin as he did so. "Captain Jack Sparrow is back."

It was peaceful; no birds' singing, no voices, no battles, no sounds of waves when they rolling hit the sandy ground of a beach…nothing. Just a nice peaceful day…

Almost;

Swishing sounds of metal filled the air, while it was trying to clear its way from wild plants and other jungle plants that were making very difficult time for five 'lost' pirates. Sound from the leading, Angelica's sword was deadly, and it made even other men behind her wince when she cleared her way back to ship.

Gibbs, as a first mate, soon noticed the rage and sorrow that had overtook her over. She could snap at anyone in this state, so he was cautiously making sure that the distance between her and him is quite enough long, from any unexpected attack. He still doesn't know if she can be trusted. They agreed to take her with them on ship, since this is probably what their Captain would want,…

"Cap'n trusted her," he thought as the small group of pirates slowly made their way through the jungle. "But Jack's gone, this time for sure,"

Unfortunately it was true. There's sadly nothing that could bring him back to life. The last time he died, was when Kraken swallowed him with his beloved ship The Black Pearl…and of course they risked their own lives to go to the end of the world to bring him back at land of living.

But sadly, this time there's no Tia Dalma, who could help them and send them where their captain is, there's no Davy Jones' locker, where he was staying, there's no Barbossa who could help them to find the Locker again, and of course they don't have enough crew to do that again.

He's lost just as they are. The hardest thing was to watch him die; die in the arms of woman who successfully stole his heart.

"Can we just stop for a while?" his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by tired groaning coming behind him. Both Pintel and Ragetti weren't very pleased with the non-stop walking through the jungle, without any rest. Even Jack the Monkey was surprisingly very calm.

Gibbs looked around and squinted his eyes because of strong and blinding sun rays, "Well…aye we can,…" he sighed and soon too felt himself falling down on ground, exhausted from walking.

Cotton sat down on nearby rock being as quiet as ever. Sad thing that he can't speak,…

The first mate's gaze moved as soon as he heard the sound of swishing swords again. Will this woman ever quite?

"Angelica?" he called for, and for the first time used only her first time when he talked with her.

No response, but only thing she did, was that she stopped doing anything and stood still, "Sí?" Her voice was quiet but fierce.

Gibbs swallowed hard, knowing she's not in the best mood "Wanna sit for a moment? We need to rest; we still have a full way back to ship,"

Angelica listened carefully and slowly made her way back to the others who were all sitting flatly on ground, obviously tired from walking. She sat down next to Gibbs and Marty, closing her eyes. That damn smell of blood was still felt in air and it was making her sick.

She looked down at herself. No wonder why she smells blood. Her torso and shirt are soaked in blood, as are both her arms. She didn't want to wash it away…it wouldn't wash the pain away anyway.

"He was a good pirate," Ragetti mumbled after few minutes of silence.

"Good Capitan as well," Pintel added and received nods from others.

"…a good man," Angelica whispered sorrowfully while looking down at her feet. If only she could do something, then he would be still alive.

Gibbs looked at her and offered her a half-full bottle of Rum. She looked up at him questionably. No one has seen that Jack the Monkey disappeared from scene, into the deep jungle forest.

"It will help with the sorrow," he murmured, still not entire sure if he should give his last bottle of Rum to lady.

Angelica shook with head "No, gracias," she mumbled. She didn't feel so well. Her head hurt her, probably because of spending so much time walking on sun, her stomach wasn't so pleased with the blood that totally soaked her clothes, and the Rum would only make her even sicker. But nothing could compare to the sorrow in her heart. She lost everything what she had. Her father, Jack; his fiancé…if she can say that…he did propose again, but maybe just because he knew he'll die and wanted to make her better? She doesn't know…she probably won't ever.

But there, inside of her was rage…rage because she lost both the most important persons in the whole world, just because of a legend, and one-legged man. She'll make sure that their deaths will be avenged, even if that's the last thing she'll do.

"We shall go now," she suddenly broke the silence "Sooner that we get to the ship then sooner…" she sighed "Then sooner we will leave this island."

She stood up and began walking away, leaving five men behind her. Gibbs quickly sprinted after her "Ye know, there was nothing yer could do,"

Angelica stopped and allowed the light breeze to dry her sweaty forehead, making her soft brown hair wave at the same time, "I wish I could say the same thing mister Gibbs. I wish I could."

Jack walked.

And walked.

He didn't know that the jungle is so large. It seemed even larger now, when he's alone, walking through the wild forest, full of spiders, birds, snakes and other animals, which he doesn't like that much.

"Snakes…" he shuddered at the thought. He hates them. He hates them since he was a young lad when one of them bit him right in his left arm. He still has the scar from snake's teeth.

It was a honest mistake that time. Unfortunately he mistook her for a wooden stick, and yet he still doesn't know why. If his dad and few of his 'strange' friends wouldn't be there, he most probably wouldn't be here now. It's hard to admit, but yet the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow in kind of afraid of snakes. But of course he had never admitted it, and he never will.

Suddenly he stopped walking as he heard something moving in nearby bush. It didn't seem like it was something big but you can never be sure, right? But of course curiosity killed the cat, and the satisfy brought it back; Jack cautiously made his way to the bush, unknowing what's inside of it.

And just as he wanted to move the branches away and take a look at it, the 'thing' stopped moving. Jack frowned. He could've sworn that something was inside of it.

"Great now I'm seeing things,"

He slowly stood up and made his way back "But that wouldn't be the first time."

Just as he turned around something leapt in front of his face. A sudden peace was broke by his scream of terror as he saw two black eyes staring back at him. And to make things worse…the 'thing' screamed back at him.

When he finally gained enough air to breathe again and scare went away realization hit him when he saw what the thing was.

"You…" he hissed at the sight in front of him.

The thing in front of him, was his biggest enemy, – the thing he hates the most. It was the most horrific thing that he expected here.

The thing in front of him was no one else, than Jack the Monkey…

On other side of island – err – on sea a magnificent ship with raven black sails just sailed off with a small crew without a Capitan on it. Finally, after hours of walking they finally reached the Black Pearl. The infamous ship of even more infamous Captain Jack Sparrow was waiting for them patiently, in full its luxury.

For Angelica it was hard to admit, but he was right. This is truly one of the best Pirate ships ever. She, as he used to call his precious Black Pearl, was the strongest, fastest and only true pirate ship still left. She was waiting for the crew to return with her Capitan. Unfortunately the ship will never ever get her Capitan, who cared about her just as much as his life, back again.

Angelica was standing on deck watching the sea moving in front of her eyes. The waves were small but strong enough that the whole ship was rocking as they were sailing. The sea was passing her by, just like her life. Just about three weeks they met again after years of not seeing each other. She remembered how she was dressed in his clothes to look as much like him as she could. She remembered their first sword fight after years, how she managed to strike at him. She almost stabbed him that time, but he successfully recognized her, knowing that only one person alive knows that move.

On Latina's lips crawled tiny, almost unnoticed smile as she thought how he kissed her that time, and said her name after a long time. "At least he remembered,"

She looked at sea once again and watched as two dolphins were happily jumping in and out of water, obviously playing and having a good time. God, how she wished to have such a good time with him again but knowing that he's dead now, she won't ever have them again.

She remembered his surprised look on 'Queen Ann's Revenge' when he found out that she's the first mate. She enjoyed when he stared at her like that. Then that evening before mutiny when he surprised her in one of ship's rooms, pushing her against wooden pillar, demanding the answer where he is and how he came here. Although he had a sharp object in his hand she felt completely comfortable with him, feeling his body pressed against her, just like years before. It felt so long since she felt the warmth of his body pressed against her that she almost forgot what his skin on touch is. But although she admits it with much difficultness, she gladly remembered that feeling.

Then that night when she was sleeping and he crawled in bed next to her, pressing himself against her again. She so wanted to snuggle at him that time, just like she used to do, when they were still inseparable, years ago after he saw her at Spanish convent. She doesn't know what would happen if they wouldn't meet that time. Probably she would never become a pirate. Probably she would be still innocent and a nun.

The Latina shuddered at the thought of it. At least he did something right. Maybe becoming a nun wouldn't be the best choice.

But Jack isn't always as heartless as it seems. No, he has a big heart; he just needs an opportunity to show it. He can be so romantic and charming when he wants something. Just like that time when they were dancing on Queen Ann's Revenge. She was in heaven that time. Feeling his strong, arms around her and muscular body on her when they were rolling over on floor was something what she yearned for…for years actually.

Music, wine, candlelight and he…is there anything better than that?

On Angelica's lips crawled small, playful smile. But before she showed him where his Pearl is, they did something else. Something what she'd never thought that they will again. But she knew they did that only because out of drunkenness. Of course one of the sailors named Scrum walked away that time, leaving them to have their own fun. She blushed at the thought of how soft his kisses were, and hands when he traced them down her body. She didn't know how much time were they preoccupied with each other, but all she knew, was that they did something what they shouldn't. But yet it felt so good and the…

"Miss Angelica," she suddenly heard a voice call her by her name, and she almost jumped out of skin. Guess she was too lost in thoughts.

Gibbs approached the lonely lady, knowing exactly what was she thinking about, and whom. He was obviously a little drunk, and that wasn't surprise to her. He raised arm and offered her, this time full bottle of Rum. Knowing her, she was in lot of pain at the moment, even if she's so determined to hide it. But she can't. A blind man could see sorrow and pain in her eyes.

"No, as I said." She murmured when she figured out "I'd prefer water." The words slipped out of her mouth before she could even realize it. Gibbs looked at her like she went mad. A water on pirate's ship? Where will you find it? And what's wrong with Rum?

"Oh well, " he thought at himself "More Rum for us."

"Aye," he nodded after some time "I'll go see if there's any water left." he turned around and grumbled something under his breath.

"Mister Gibbs?" Angelica called again and made him turn around "Could we sail to Tortuga? You can leave me there." She added. Anyway she needs to avenge their deaths' and get her ship back again. And she's determined she will.

A woman's instinct told her that one-legged man would be there, and in her mind stayed only one thought.

Revenge

"Bugger." The pirate murmured as he continued walking down the small hill, still caught in wild forest of jungle and it didn't seem he will find his way out of here anytime soon. But if that wouldn't be enough already the Monkey decided to follow him on every step he took. The Monkey was the total opposite of him. It was jumping all around him, trying to steal his precious hat and making a cheerful monkey's noises in process.

"I'm stuck on this island with the worst rodent ever!" Jack hissed to himself and turned around to look at monkey who was looking at him back with such a nice, innocent eyes. "Oh wait…that's a mammal. Never gonna guess…"

He grumbled when Monkey jumped at successfully stole his hat in process, holding in its little paws, trying to bite the newly stolen thing. "Just try and bite it and I'll make a soup from you!" he growled and reached for it, but Monkey, of course was faster.

Jack the Monkey was staring down at his namesake with devilish grin on face. And just that's the grin Jack hates the most about this monkey. That and the thing, that no matter how many times you shoot monkey, it will always stay alive. Unfortunately, he won't get any soup as he threaded.

"Gimme the hat!" he shouted and aimed at Monkey again, this time he successfully got it. A big smirk played on his face as he saw Monkey trying to get free of his tight hold. "Now who's the…ouch!" Monkey struggled and bit him in finger. Jack yelped in pain and dropped the Monkey from his grasp, looking deadly at it.

"You're so dead, and even immortality won't help you!"

"My, my isn't this a pleasant surprise…again." A voice suddenly echoed through the air, making both Jacks stop in track and look at the way from where the voice came.

And there, under a big palm tree stood no one else than…Jack's longest and biggest rival – Hector Barbossa.

"Barbossa?" Jack mumbled in rather a surprise.

"Nice to see you again Jack." He replied as he walked out of nice palm's shadow, limping as he did so.

"Captain Jack Sparrow if you mind," he quickly corrected him, with smirk playing on lips.

Barbossa stopped walking and reached his arm, so the monkey could jump on his shoulder. "I didn't talk about you," he grinned at Jack's bitter face "And anyway, I don't see your ship anywhere, though."

"Neither do I, yours." Sparrow casually replied, looking around.

Barbossa's grin disappeared "Go to Hell Sparrow!"

Jack's smirk even widened "Actually, Barbossa," he began looking serious, for once in lifetime "I've been there, done that and they kicked me out. Twice a time" he added "Simply as that."

"Damn you Jack Sparrow. Even devil himself doesn't like you;" Barbossa replied, judging him.

"Special Edition," Jack replied, shrugging. He looked at Barbossa. Something was missing. And with that he DID NOT mean his leg. Didn't he win and killed Blackbeard back there at Fountain of Youth? And where is then his so called crew?

"Where's your crew?" he asked after few second of silence.

He could swear Barbossa paled at the mention of his crew "When we returned, we somehow missed the right way that should lead us through the jungle."

"Typical;" Jack thought as he listened to him.

"We walked out of jungle on meadow and since we were all so tired from fighting against devil himself, we decided to take a short rest." He inhaled sharply and made fists "It was the greatest mistake. Later we figured that island is so called property of old tribe. They attacked us all, totally unprepared and outnumbered."

Jack's color drained from his face, remembering his last unpleasant meeting with wild tribe of cannibals that wanted to roast him on fire.

"You only guess, that they are killing machines. They killed many men of my crew, for others I don't know, because we had to separate to save ourselves." Barbossa finished and looked at Jack's strange face. It was something nearly to fear.

"Cannibals?" he whispered after some time and received short nod from Barbossa.

"Aye, why?"

Jack groaned "Not again…" and received confused look from his old 'friend' "When did that happen?"

"I was running all the time now, then I heard you two bickering," Barbossa replied indicating at Jack and Jack the Monkey "Sometimes I could swear that Monkey acts more mature than you."

Jack smiled sarcastically "Thank you." His eyes scanned the wildness around him "You said you have a ship right?"

"Aye, 'Queen Ann's Revenge'" Barbossa's eyes glistered at mention of his new ship

"Angelica will be so happy" Jack thought sarcastically.

"Then I think you will allow and take your old mate Jack with you, right?" he more asked than said "I seriously don't want to become their daily specialty. Not again, once was quite enough" he added.

Barbossa raised an eyebrow and smirked "Again? How sad that I missed it."

Jack threw him bad look "Look if these…creatures…" he made some weird moves with hands "Capture us, then I will gladly resign the title of dinner to you, and that Monkey will be dessert!" he added looking at Monkey with "It's not over yet!" look.

Barbossa sighed and shook with head "Everything's good and fine but tell me something Jack," he began and took a step closer "How will we get out of this jungle?"

Jack thought for a second, before his face brightened as he remembered something "Compass."

Barbossa's face paled "Your compass? The one that doesn't work?"

Jack mumbled something under his breath as he looked at Barbossa "My compass works just fine," he replied and started searching for compass in one of pockets "If you don't know yet, my compass always shows on the thing you want the most," he smiled "with other words, it's magical, it works just fine and…"his smile faded as he searched his pocket "…it's gone."

Barbossa raised an eyebrow at him and crossed arms, while Jack was madly searching through his coat's pockets.

"My compass is gone." His face suddenly turned serious "Why is it gone?"

Angelica sighed as she leaned on wooden wall on Black Pearl. She could tell that the other crew members aren't so pleased with her presence on ship, and they're doing this just because that's probably what Jack would want. She admits…she misses him, and she wants him back, but knowing that he died in her arms he won't return…ever.

She frowned at that thought. The thought of him dying in her arms makes her even sicker in stomach than she already was. She's tired but she can't sleep. She needs to stay awake. She has to. Their crew is small, and without a Captain, so they're an easy target for any other pirates, which probably wouldn't mind having a Black Pearl for themselves.

She looked down at herself. Luckily she found some new clothes that surprisingly fit her, so she was clean again. But still a mess…

She reached down into one of her coat's pockets and pulled out a small square box. She went through it with hand, and smiled. This was one of his belongings. This will be maybe the only thing that has left her of him.

She carefully opened the box and watched as index stabilized and pointed in the way, from where they sailed off.

The Latina sighed and closed it, putting it back in her pocket. His compass.

She knew for the usage of this compass. It always points at the thing you want the most, and at the moment is he the only thing she wants. No Tortuga…no revenge…no her ship. It was him that she wants. Always had and forever will.

Unfortunately he's dead. She knows she needs to move on, but at the same time, she doesn't want to…

She walked over to one of beds and laid her exhausted body down on it. The whole cabin still had the smell of him, and she got that strange feeling in stomach again. She closed her eyes and totally unnoticed by anyone shed a small, single tear, that was slowly slipping down her cheek on pillow. She fell asleep.

TBC,…

Um, yeah…that's it for this chapter, the new chapter should be posted soon…I have exams in school and hardly any time -.-

So however, I'm sorry for any misspelled words or grammar mistakes – I'm still learning :)

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