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Chapter Three

Always Running Away From Truth

»So Jack, tell me one thing,« Barbossa began and made younger pirate look at him »How did you escape last time?«

They were caught by wild tribe – exactly by the one about which Barbossa talked earlier. They were ambushed by huge group of black people; some were wearing masks, some were having tattoos on different part of bodies, but every one of them had body painted in different color. They looked almost the same as the tribe Jack met few years ago.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Jack replied, looking cautiously around himself. These people were quite scary; the last time he had met a tribe of people he was almost roosted and served as a daily specialty…he almost ended as a dinner – luckily he had escaped just in time. Thanks to Will and his crew.

Jack the Monkey quickly hopped from nearby tree on Barbossa's shoulder and hid under his hat, much to his annoyance. The poor little thing was scared to death as it saw a group of weird people, looking strangely with deadly weapons pointed at them.

The Monkey's namesake, Jack, looked around himself. There was no way they could escape. Even in the slightest chance they couldn't. This time they're screwed up. Looking in front of them, they were outnumbered by probably over 50 tribe members, each with deadly weapon, probably poisoned as well.

Behind them was a deep abyss – and Jack didn't see it so attractive, that he would jump in there. But being pierced by these sharp toys didn't sound that good either.

"Maybe we should say something…" Jack mumbled quietly at Barbossa, while looking straight at so called 'cannibals'.

Barbossa fought the sudden urge to roll with eyes at his comment but since he didn't want to make any of tribe members angry he kept cool. "And say what…? Hello, do you happen to know the way out of here? Or can you please forgive us for intruding in your properly, and by any chance not make a dinner out of us?"

Jack looked at him and then back at tribe, who were mumbling something in their own language, pointing their lances at their faces and other part of bodies.

Suddenly an idea popped in his mind as Barbossa mentioned 'dinner'. After all he needs to save his own skin, aye?

The Pirate took a small step closer to them, making them all jump alarming and point arrows at him in process-

"Jack! What are you doing! Are you mad?" Barbossa hissed at his mate's action. But Jack seemed to miss Barbossa's scolding.

"Oi!" he began swallowing "Me," he pointed at himself "not…yummy," he tried to explain them, using mimic, while rubbing his stomach. "He," Jack added and pointed at Barbossa "yummy!"

Barbossa looked at him with daggers in eyes, knowing exactly where this was driving up to.

Some of the tribe members exchanged looks, mumbling something at each other, while listening to Jack's 'explanation'.

"Monkey," Jack began again and pointed at scared mammal, hidden under Barbossa's hat "very yummy," he smirked "delicious!" he finished and kissed fingers as chef's do.

"Sorry mate," Jack whispered to Barbossa, smirking while looking at their attackers who were looking rather confused back at him. Slowly some of them started lowering their weapons, mumbling something unrecognizing.

Jack's face brightened up in second. He turned around to face Barbossa who looked suspiciously at tribe "See? I think it worked."

"What did you say?" Barbossa muttered.

They were dragged in tribe's camp and tied to palm trees as soon as Jack's mouth shut.

"They misunderstood me…" Jack mumbled looking at members with irritated eyes. Even Jack the Monkey was captured and trapped inside of small wooden cage. Poor thing…

"I guess this is happening often, aye?" Barbossa asked, with sarcasm in voice.

"You have no idea…" Sparrow murmured in reply, "What a weird people…creatures…things," he quickly added while watching some of members of this wild tribe dance around fire, some of them totally nude.

"So you would be able hide between them without any problem, aye?" Barbossa smirked at his 'friend'.

Jack only murmured something under his breath and leaned his head against palm's trunk, for the first time in ages, out of words.

"I'll tell you, this better be good!" Pintel growled as he was pushed in kitchen, to prepare something for crew. Since few of crew members, including the first –mate Gibbs, don't know how to cook, and since the only woman is still in bed; much to their surprise; that left only Ragetti and Pintel to prepare something to eat.

"Can you please remind me of why did I agree to cook?"

Ragetti quickly rushed forward and grabbed one of aprons and out it on. "You didn't" he began and narrowed eye as he had some troubling with putting the apron on "Gibbs said that skinny cook can't be trusted."

"I wonder why…"

Ragetti misheard his mate's reply and looked in one of counters "What shall we have today?" he said more to himself that to Pintel who was still staying behind, looking at so called 'kitchen' with narrowed eyes.

"Anything but..."

"What about the fish soup?" Ragetti asked rather cheerfully.

"Had three weeks successively"

"But everyone likes it,"

"Liked it, actually,"

"You know I often cook with the Rum," Ragetti quickly said and looked at Pintel "Sometimes I even put it in food,"

"That would explain the lace of it,"

"Do you know that a fish, to taste right, must swim three times— in water, in butter and in Rum." Ragetti added knowingly when he brought some freshly-caught sardines.

"Talk about it," Pintel sighed annoyed. Why does he have to be stuck here?

"My mother told me half of that recipe…the other half I made up myself." He smiled as he took a bottle of Rum out of counter. "Now where's that bowl?"

"You know, when you learned how to cook, you forgot how to clean!" Pintel suddenly approached it and made him look at him. "I must always clean after you!"

Ragetti turned around and narrowed eyebrows "Annoying the cook will result in smaller portions." He watched as Pintel rolled with eyes and sat down on stairs

"If I survive this…"

Ragetti quickly returned to making his cooking 'masterpiece' "If you don't like my cooking, lower your standards"

"My standards are already on zero…"

"Sorry to hear that," Ragetti replied and added pepper in bowl with sardines, to make his so called soup "Only the pure of heart can make good soup!" he added, mixing the contents inside of bowl.

"And that's what I fear…"

"They will eat us." Barbossa commented after watching how tribe started preparing fire and other ornaments for possibly one of their rituals.

Jack's gaze moved at him "Really?" he said sarcastically and looked down. "So much of a second chance." He muttering added, remembering mermaid's words, after he was resurrected by her.

"What chance?" the older Captain asked, with a little interest in it.

Jack sighed, looking bored as ever "Forget it…" he mumbled "Let's just say that I had a chance which I successfully wasted!" a low growl came out of his throat.

"And you wasted it because?" Hector kept going on, much to Jack's annoyance.

"I wasted it because I'll never get to accomplish it." A hint of sorrow was hid in infamous pirate's voice as he said so. Even Barbossa noticed it and he quickly quiet, watching his old friend and rival with curious eyes. Whatever it was that caused him such a worry was important and big, since he had never seen him so lost…in eyes.

A silence overtook the whole thing around them, only sound that they heard was coming from tribe members, who were preparing the last things for their ritual.

"Did you ever marry?" Jack suddenly broke the silence, and took Barbossa totally by surprise. But not because he out of sudden asked him, but the reason was the 'thing' he asked.

"Marry?" Barbossa replied muttering "I was never married, nor do I want to. A true pirate never marries." He replied casually, as if it was nothing special.

Jack nodded slowly and looked down at his feet. He doesn't know what to think anymore. He really likes her…much more than any of the women he had in past. These 'stirrings' as he calls them, were long forgotten when he left her that time, at the altar. He was afraid of marrying that time knowing that he would most probably put in danger both of them, and since he really loved her, he didn't want anything bad happen to her. He'd never told her the truth, though. But these stirrings returned as soon as he saw her again in 'Captain's Daughter'. He does care for her, even thought he shows it with much difficultness, since his ego is too big. He does, and he does love her…but he also loves being a pirate. Pirate life's for him, there's no doubts.

Barbossa studied him as he was deep in thoughts, and on his face quickly crawled smirk "You're in love, aye?"

Jack swallowed hard and shrugged "More likely stirrings,…"

Barbossa shook with head , smile still playing on his lips "No need to lie." Jack's gaze stopped on him, after hearing his comment "It's noticeable…eyes always betray" he added, watching the tribe.

Jack's eyes widened a little, and he touched them for just in case. That obviously can't be true…he can always hide his feelings from everyone else, so why would this time be any different.

"No they don't," he quickly argued back.

Barbossa lazily returned the stare "They do."

"No they don't."

"They do."

"Don't!"

"Do!" the older pirate almost shouted. He isn't in the mood for fighting right now. All what he cared about was to prevent himself from carrying the title of a dinner. After all, he still has some good years to live, and he clearly doesn't want to miss them. Okay, he doesn't have a Black Pearl…he can live with that. Especially now, since Jack doesn't have her as well. He lost his leg. But he saved his life with doing so. He didn't want to be trapped inside of an old bottle, as the other men of crew were. But his life had suddenly turned better. He got a better ship. For him probably the best ship. The infamous 'Queen Anne's Revenge' is his.

"…They don't…" Jack said after few minutes of pure silence, making Barbossa roll with eyes as he did so.

"She will want revenge after you killed her father," he mumbling added, not aware of happening around him.

"She? Blackbeard's daughter…?"

"Blackbeard's daughter?" Barbossa began, not believing his own ears "Seriously?" Jack didn't reply "You really have a taste in women." He added sarcastically.

"Well, at least probably better than yours."

"She's just as annoying as you." He added and received bad look from Jack.

"You know if I could reach you, I'd gladly help them to prepare a meal out of you." He hissed irritated.

Barbossa chuckled "I'd never believed that I'll ever see Jack Sparrow care about someone else than himself."

"Aye, I often care about others, but people are always surprised."

"Is there any surprise?" Barbossa sighed. "But I'll tell you mate, marriage,…" he began and stopped in search of right words "…marriage it's like prison. Many things will be forbidden from doing. For example I heard you like going in pubs, brothels, charming ladies,…" he said and edges of Jack's lips turned in small smile "…once you're married, you won't be able to do these things anymore." A smile quickly disappeared from Jack's lips, turning into serious frown. "Or you can continue doing these things, and have constant fights with….?" He asked for her name.

"Angelica." Jack slowly replied.

"Ah…Angelica." Barbossa muttered to himself "I think that you wouldn't want to fight with her, aye? I think she could easily send you to Hell, without a problem"

Jack didn't reply but thought for a second "Well, if we already fight, she always curses something in Spanish so I don't understand and everything's alright."

Barbossa snorted "She's Latina…aye, spaniels have a fierce temper." he smiled as he remembered when he ran in few spaniels, long time ago. "But after a marriage come kids, but I think you're already aware of that." He mused as he saw how color disappeared from Jack's face.

"Damn!" he cursed in thoughts. He didn't think about that and yet he should've known, that she will most probably want kids somewhere in future if he marries her. All women are the same. But as much as he loves her, he isn't prepared to have a small, helpless, crying toddler on his ship. To tell the truth, he isn't sure if he even wants to have a kid. He doesn't feel so comfortable around kids, mostly because he's still a kid himself in heart.

Barbossa sighed "A baby's an inestimable blessing and bother at same time." Jack raised an eyebrow at his comment. "Raising a kid is part joy and part guerilla warfare."

"And you would know that because?" he asked curiously

"I know that because…" he paused "I had a daughter."

Jack's eyes widened. He has a daughter? Since when? And how does that happen that he doesn't know about her?

"You have a daughter?" he asked

"Had." He sighed "She was only five when she…" he stopped, feeling how the words stopped on his tongue at the memory "…a rare disease took her. Something was wrong with her heart…" he finished and got that feeling like when someone stabs you in heart.

"Oh…"was all what Jack managed to say. He didn't know that. "Sorry for loss…"

Barbossa nodded, "It was a great loss. It felt like half of my heart died, since her mother died when she gave birth to her. She was the only thing I've had." He added sorrowfully "What I want to say Jack is…don't overtake it too fast. You may regret it. Making a decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. But you learn many things from kids; for example how much patience do you have."

And for the second time in many years was Jack Sparrow totally out of words. Suddenly the make up for his mistake years ago, aka marriage, didn't sound that good anymore. "What was her name?" he asked quietly and felt how the rain started pouring down on them. The fire that was set in tribe's was put out, and the tribe members went in their tends. Their ritual was seemingly disturbed and so they couldn't continue. It seemed like they totally forgot about their two prisoners that were still tied to palm trunks, sitting on green grass and being soaked by cold rain that was falling down on them.

"Samantha." Barbossa's reply was short but firm. But Jack could've sworn that the small drops on old Captain's cheeks didn't come from rain.

Bur right before Jack could say anything else Barbossa interrupted him once more, "It looks like they won't do anything with us tonight." He mumbled quietly and tried to move his sore arms that were pulled behind his back tied to palm's trunk. "I think we shall try to catch some sleep." He added.

Jack nodded, still quiet as mouse. That was a pretty big surprise for him. He'd never pictured Barbossa as a father. It just didn't seem right. But however, he had never pictured even himself thinking about marriage, but he is…

When he looked at Barbossa once more and saw him fast asleep, leaning on trunk, he felt strange. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he felt…sorrow for his friend. He's never had kids, and probably never will, but yet losing only thing that you have in your life, and for what you would most probably give your life for, hurts.

Jack didn't know why or how, but the words that came from Barbossa's mouth, settled in his heart, and he couldn't get them out of head.

Suddenly a marriage didn't look that good anymore.

Angelica splashed cool, clean water in her face. She likes the feeling of water against her tired face. She didn't sleep. She didn't sleep at all! If she was sleeping for about half an hour was a long period and that would explain the dark bags that were under her eyes. She hates those bags. It makes her look like a zombie.

And also she hates how she couldn't sleep because of him. Because of Jack. The whole night was he on her mind, leaving her no rest at all. His last words, breathes were replaying in her head like a broken record, and she could swear she was able to feel his suffering breathes on her body. Or that sticky feeling of bloody red blood that was soaking his and hers chest, making her stomach turn, when she woke up. So there was no surprise why she vomited as a first thing what she did in the morning.

"Probably a side-effect of poison," she kept convincing herself as she lay back down on bed, trying so badly to fall asleep…in peaceful sleep of course, not the one with bloody nightmares of his death. Even when she's awake she still could see the scenes playing in front of her eyes and it was making her dizzy. Sometimes she didn't know what the reality is. Is she on ship or at Fountain of Youth, watching him dying all over again or here on ship?

No, she doesn't want that sort of dreams. She wants pleasant dreams, of the finest and nicest memories of him. She wants to sleep so badly, and dream about something sweet. For example she wants to see that night when they made love on 'Queen Anne's Revenge' out of drunkenness. But it doesn't matter if they were drunk or not. It just doesn't. She wants to feel his touch again…his kisses and his body being pressed against her fragile figure. She wants to remember this night, two weeks ago. She wants to remember this night when she was once again claimed as his, and again, it doesn't matter if they were drunk. It happened and there was nothing she could do. As much as she was determined to not give herself to him ever again, she just couldn't resist his charm. And she was glad she didn't, since he gave her the most amazing night of her life once again after all those years while they were separated.

"And the last," she thought again, feeling her eyes water up again. She couldn't believe. In just one day, she cried more than she has ever cried in her life. She didn't know that she has such an emotional and soft side of herself. She's strong woman, and she has to be.

"Stop crying!" but she couldn't stop the tear from escaping her eye. "Stop crying! It makes you look vulnerable!"

She really hated herself at the moment. As much as she doesn't want to cry and as much as she hates it, she couldn't stop tears now. It felt like her body isn't in her control.

The Latina exhaled and quickly sat up, when she heard someone knocking on door, making herself dizzy for a second because of sudden move.

"Miss Angelica?" It was Marty. He slowly opened the door and looked inside of room, finding her sitting on bed, somehow exhausted in face "Dinner's served and…"

"I will come." She quickly cut him off, earning a strange look from him, before he walked away, leaving her once again alone.

Angelica sighed and tried to rub her headache away. She feels terrible and at the same time she thought she knows why. The death of loved ones really destroyed her. But she needs stop mourning. She needs to get back on her feet!

And with thought she grabbed her coat and stormed out of room.

"Move your lazy bones!"

"They're older than yours!" he replied abruptly "Will you shut up?"

"Should I?"

Barbossa huffed in irritate as Jack successfully untied himself and stroked his sore wrist.

"I feel strange…I kind of don't feel fingers…" he mumbled

"Just untie me already!" Hector hissed, not so loud, because he didn't want to wake up the whole tribe.

"Aye, aye, patience!" Jack mumbled as he stood up and walked behind Barbossa and tried to untie his mate. "I don't know, the knot is pretty bad…You might want to buy few new of those wooden sticks,"

"It's called wooden leg, Sparrow."

"As I said, you might want to buy these sticks," Barbossa rolled with eyes "Because I can't untie you…"

"Stop babbling and untie me already!" he growled and made Jack jump a little.

"Aye, fine!" he muttered and stood up when he solved the knot.

Barbossa mumbled something under his breath as he tried to wake up his sore wrists and fingers.

"Let's go, the cannibals can wake up anytime, since their dinner has just ran away." Jack added looking around himself warily for any unsuspected tribe member.

"Aye, grab the monkey," Barbossa replied as he slowly stood up, making Jack's eyes widen.

"Monkey?" he asked again not believing his ears "Aw come on…the tribe needs to eat something, poor creatures are probably starving and…"

"Sparrow…" Barbossa began warily.

Jack sighed, given up "Fine, but if that thing tries to steal my hat once more, I'll…"

"Just grab the cage already," he murmured and rolled with eyes "You're so immature you know that?"

Jack harshly grabbed the cage and made the monkey inside of it hiss at him "And that's good," he began and on his lips crawled wicked grin "I'll tell you my friend, never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."

"You would know that…"

Jack shrugged and brought the cage with monkey to his eye-level, looking at his namesake with deadly, yet wicked glare "You know this thing looks pretty much like you." He began and made Barbossa look at him with annoyance in eyes "You're sure that monkey isn't your brother? It has the same…hair…and it has the same dislike in me just as you do." He added knowingly.

Barbossa pulled the cage out of Jack's hands, murmuring something under his breath.

Jack raised an eyebrow at his antics "Cranky are we?"

Angelica walked in one of many cabins on Black Pearl, surprised by luxury of it. As much as she doesn't feel to, she is hungry, and the smell of fresh made food that was in air was giving her cravings. This would be good explanation if she told she hadn't eaten a thing in two days. Last time she ate anything was small, tropic fruit that she found in jungle.

She opened the door and stared at surroundings. This so called dining room was pretty large. In the middle of it was put a large table with chairs around it. The crew members were already sitting in chairs, waiting for Ragetti to bring them dinner.

"Good morning," Pintel smiled at her as she sat down next to Gibbs and Cotton.

"More likely, good evening." Gibbs chuckled "We thought that you died in there."

Angelica didn't say anything, because just when she wanted to reply, Ragetti walked in room with big bowl in hands.

Gibbs clapped with hands as he saw him "What do we have today?"

"Fish soup with red pepper." The 'cook' replied, proud of his work. And just as he said that the whole crew, except for a Cotton and Angelica groaned.

"Again?" Marty murmured and looked at Pintel, who, as far as he knows, helped him with making dinner.

"What?" Pintel asked defending himself "I did not help him!"

"But you should!"

"We've eaten the same thing for the past three weeks!" Gibbs included himself in their arguing.

"I told him not to, but, did he listen to me?"

Angelica sighed and rubbed her forehead. If only they could shut up for a moment. Her headache is only increasing and if they won't shut up in second then it will be bad.

"I thought that you all like fish soup."

"Actually we liked it. There's a difference."

"If you don't like my cooking then you can cook next time."

"¡Cállate!" she suddenly shouted and made everyone stop arguing and look at her. Angelica sighed and sat down on chair again, her headache was killing her and yet she was starving.

"So who will eat soup?" Ragetti quietly asked after some seconds of pure silence

"I will…" slowly everyone said, except for Cotton who nodded.

Ragetti smiled and put the bowl on middle of table and served them "The soup it's good," Pintel and Gibbs exchanged looks when they looked at strange red liquid that should be fish soup.

Angelica's starvation quickly went away as she looked down in her own bowl. From the normal brownish color that should look like, it was red. So red. Too red. It was so different than many of other fish soups she's ever eaten and even the smell of fish and other spices in this so called 'soup' was sharp and it was making her sick. She was hungry, yes, but no more now. She took a silver spoon that was put next to soup and slowly made few circles around in liquid. The red pepper has given the soup so strange color, that was reminding her of blood. Bowl of blood,….his blood.

She looked in front of herself and watched as others enjoyed in eating. The smell and look didn't bother them. Maybe she's not such a true pirate if she can't eat this thing. But it was looking so bloody…the similarities between soup and blood was too big. Suddenly she felt nausea again when she thought about blood, and gagged, receiving five wondering looks from other members of crew. But before anyone could ask what's wrong and why has her face suddenly turned so green and pale, she stood up and rushed towards door, making them close with noise.

The crew stopped eating and watched as she disappeared out of kitchen.

After few minutes of pure silence Pintel broke it "I told you, the skinny cook can't be trusted!"

Angelica sighed and washed her mouth with bottle of fresh water. She hates being sick. But much to her surprise she was never sick before, but till she saw him dying in her arms. Ever since then, she feels terrible. But she took this all like a side-effect of poison, so it should get away eventually.

She's not a weak woman, but right now, at the moment she feels so vulnerable and lost in this big world. Years ago when he left her she was devastated and broken, yes, but still she didn't feel so bad as she now feels. She still had a father that time. A father who is now dead. Killed. Becoming a pirate and sailing with him brought her back on her feet, but now she has nothing. No father…he's dead, no Jack…he's dead, and no ship…one-legged man has it.

Pair of flames suddenly appeared in her eyes as she thought about it. She feels rage. Angriness and revenge. She's not that kind of woman who would go away and leave her belongings to other. To a Pirate. To the man who destroyed her life.

She walked out of 'her' room on deck, enjoying as light, cold breeze touched her exhausted face. The raven black sails of infamous ship Black Pearl were freely waving in wind, admonishing her of ship's powerfulness. She smiled as she touched the steering wheel, knowing that this was one of his dearest things. He really loved this ship and he'd give anything for it.

As if on cue a full moon came out of clouds, observing the whole magnificent ship.

On Latina's lips slipped small smile and she suddenly felt better. Her headache was disappearing, the only thing what was reminding her of her odd illness was her stomach that still hurt her as Hell. Angelica inhaled and sat down on nearby chair, with short table in front of it. She frowned as she sat down. She'd never before felt as sick as she's feeling now. Next time she must be more careful. If there will be any next time.

If only she wouldn't cut herself on sword, her life might be a whole lot different. Maybe her father would be still alive. Jack would still live, and 'Queen Anne's Revenge' would be still hers.

She sighed and hugged herself around her upset stomach. When she was little her mother always told her, that sleep is half of health. She knows how sleep had helped her when she had a bad case of flu. But now she will suffer a little longer, since she can't fall asleep. She smiled slightly. She probably looks like a pregnant woman, who is hugging her bulging stomach. But she can't help it if her stomach hurts her. If only Ragetti would cook something different then she would maybe feel better.

She leaned her head on table and closed her eyes. Maybe she should go in Spain after she avenges their deaths and gets her ship back. She shall start her life anew, without any interruptions like that time when she was ready to become nun, but then she met Jack and her whole life had changed. She's not pure and innocent no more, she became a pirate, she has already killed few men, not to mention stealing…with other words, her life has really changed.

She was twice engaged to the same man, and both of times he left her. Once he left her at the altar, and she promised herself that she will never ever fall for his charm again. But yet again she has fallen for it and he left her again. This time forever…and yet again he left her alone in this big world.

Alone and broken inside again.

Unfortunately the memories of his gentle touches and kisses return every time when she closes her eyes. The last time he had touched her so delicately was that night on 'Queen Anne's Revenge', after that he left her with nothing.

Angelica closed her eyes and in her mind somehow crawled strange thought. So strange thought that she'd never expected it, she will think about it. What if he didn't leave her with nothing…? The Latina frowned and made some calculations in her head. Could it be? It could be…That would explain some things…

Angelica's eyes widened as her mind raced 200 miles per hour. She quickly stood up and rushed in her cabin, closing the door behind her with loud noise.

Jack yawned loudly as the pair of pirates with Monkey on Barbossa's shoulder, made their way through the wildness. They were possibly walking for more than half an hour already and still they didn't see anything but trees, palm and pure wildness. With other words, they were lost.

The Pirate looked behind his back and saw Barbossa slowly making his way behind him. "Do not follow me, I have no idea where am I going." He mumbled.

Barbossa mumbled something under his breath. If he forgot how much can Jack be annoying sometimes, he remembered again, without any problem.

Suddenly they stopped in their tracks as they heard angry voices coming out of the middle of jungle. Both of the pirates exchanged looks of worry and fear. Jack swallowed "Look mate…if something happens, just to let you know…I'll go to your funeral if you go to mine."

Barbossa didn't reply as the voices slowly became closer. "It sounds like they figured that their dinner ran away."

"Do you have any idea how will we get out of here?" Jack whispered and moved slightly more in shadows.

"Aye." Barbossa nodded "We must fight to escape."

Jack swallowed and ignored the weird look that the monkey was giving him "Just that? I thought that you will come up with better one."

Hector rolled with eyes and looked at his few years younger mate. "If you think you have a better one, then talk."

Jack nodded "I've got one." He began and looked at Barbossa who was staring back at him "Run!"

TBC…

And that's it for this chapter. It was pretty long, though, but still not the longest chapter I've ever written so far.

I'm sorry for any misspelled words or grammar mistakes – writing in second language in the middle of night can be pretty hard…

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