Finally, I have to say – I updated. It was 3 weeks since my update! Bloody Hell….but I have a good reason for that…I had a surgery of pancreas a week ago, and till Wednesday I was still in hospital. You don't have a clue how happy am I to be home again! All those white walls, nurses, doctors….gah! You seem around four or five after my last update I felt strange pain below my left ribs but I (of course, so Taurus, stubborn like) ignored it. Later I passed out and when I went to doctor they found that something is wrong with my pancreas or whatever. In the meantime, I was sent home, and I went in school for a few hours to finish all subject, and 17.6 I had surgery. Rough three weeks of my life…I reeeeeally hope I won't have to go through it again. I'm feeling better now, only the stitches hurt me a little, but it will end soon. So whatever, stop my babbling now…yet once again – I'm reeeeeally sorry for my lace of update, and I'll try my best to keep updating as fast as is humanly possible. Thanks to anyone who was so kind and left a review, and to whoever favorited this story and subscribed himself to this story. And thanks to that person who decided to write review in English instead of Russian (I don't have a clue about Russian language)

Okay, that's seriously enough already…let's move onto the chapter…

Chapter Four

Jump Then Fall

He ran.

He ran as fast, yet as quietly as he had never ever before in his life. Being chased by angry tribe of pure cannibals sure can scare the hell out of him. The Pirate was exhausted and totally out of breathe but yet he knew that he can't stop now. If he stops, then he's screwed. If he doesn't stop he might be…

Is there any difference? Not exactly, but just enough that made the Pirate scared enough for his dear life. If the tribe members catch him, he knew they won't do anything good with him, since he is the dinner that had ran away and that freed the so called dinner number two and delicious four-legged annoying dessert.

Jack looked behind himself, if there was anyone that followed him. No…he was alone. All alone.

He lost Barbossa just as soon as he started running. Hopefully he managed to run off with his new wooden stick as Jack used to call his new leg replacement.

"Bugger, bugger, bugger!" he murmured as he stumbled over tree root, and crashed down on hard ground, wincing in pain in process. There was an unpleasant crack as his arm made a contact with ground. Jack quickly kneeled and inspected his left arm, wincing as his fingers made contact with it.

"Dammit" he cursed in thoughts. It's either broken or badly sprained. But in ether way it's nothing good.

He looked at his right and picked up his sword that fell down on ground as soon as he did. He used it to clear his way through that damned jungle.

"Not good, not good." He thought as he tried to move his injured arm. He needs something to use it as a bandage.

Something…

Jack looked around, but all what he could see was darkness, wildness, and plants that were often bigger than he was.

Anything…

With his good arm he quickly shielded sword and stood up, placing a hand on his injured arm. When he was still a kid, he often sprained something – wrists and ankles were on daily basis– but he rarely broke anything.

He bit his lip as he thought of his chances for escape. He knew they're pretty low, and they're only lover with each passed second. Suddenly he heard noise. He heard a sound which he didn't want to hear at all. Something was moving in nearby bushes and by the sound of it, was pretty big…by the chance even dangerous…

"Bugger," he murmured before something grabbed him by shoulders and dragged him in shadows.

Angelica lay in her bed emotionless, in her mind was staying only one thought. Pregnant…

She isn't sure, but most probably she won't find out if she really is till she starts showing. If she starts showing. Until that it could be anything. Hopefully is just a bad case of flu or cold or…as she hoped mostly, just a side-effect of poison and it will go away eventually.

The Latina sighed and tried to clear her sight, that was blurred by fear and hidden tears. But tears didn't come from pain, happiness and nor from sadness, but from worry and fear. She was scared of being pregnant with his child. He's dead and he left her again. Forever. Alone. Without anything. Pregnant.

Pregnant.

The word continually bounced back and forth in Angelica's head; ricocheting off everything in sight and twisting and turning so much that her head was spinning, making her disoriented and sick in stomach, even though she was lying flatly on bed in her cabin.

Being a pirate came naturally to her, although she'd never wanted to become one of them. The sea was constantly calling for her to join it's free spirit, and eventually, she did. Ever since she met Jack Sparrow, she was destined to become a pirate. A pirate, who steals, lies, kills and most importantly, lives the whole life on ship.

She always knew that she has a pirate's blood inside of her, knowing both her parents were pirates. Her mother and father knew each other for only about one year before they had her. But as far as her mother told her, she ran away from pirate's life and started her new life in Seville. Sadly her mother died when she was eleven, and after her small funeral she was determined to become a nun. But of course the destiny had other plans with her. She met Jack Sparrow, stupidly fell in love with him and gave him everything. She ran away with him, and shortly he proposed for her. Bur right when they should get married he left her at the altar.

She was broken, and deep inside of heart it still hurts her a lot. That time she made a promise to never fall in love with him, if she'll ever meet him again. And yet again their paths were crossed again. But in meantime, she took a big step in her life; found her father, the infamous pirate named Edward Teach, also more known as Blackbeard, and started living as a first mate on his ship. On her ship. But honestly, she'd never believed to meet her ex-lover again, in England. But she had met him. And by her plan he was successfully dragged on 'Queen Anne's Revenge' where he started working for her and her father. But not long from that, she felt how her feelings towards him slowly started to develop again, although she was fighting them off with such a rage. Unfortunately she was defeated and they once more became one that now very regretful night on ship.

Angelica's brown eyes narrowed as she thought about him. If he left her alone, nowhere to go and especially pregnant…she couldn't find right words to say. If he wasn't dead already he would be most probably by now.

Why must he be dead? Why did he die right now when she needs him the most! What if she really is pregnant…? How will she manage to raise kid alone? So many questions but without any good answer. He left her…

"…pregnant," she whispered quietly and slightly touched her flat stomach. If there really is a life growing inside of her, then she needs to pull herself together up again. For child's sake. However she'd never planned having kids somewhere in close future. And especially not Jack's!

Angelica turned in her bed and looked through small window. The moon was shining and it was making sea waves glister in all their mightiness and beautifulness. Then suddenly she remembered something when she felt hard object in coat's pocket. The Latina slowly pulled it out and smiled slightly as she saw his compass that always points at something what you want the most. Her smile slowly faded away as the nail stopped in his direction. Of the direction where his body now lies…At the Fountain of Youth…at him. At Jack Sparrow. To the father of her child. Their child.

The Latina mentally slapped herself. Why does she think of a baby, if she's yet unsure if she really is pregnant? But as far as she knew, she had almost all the symptoms of pregnancy. Nauseous, once lace of appetite then next time she's starving, headache, slight backache and her chest became…more sensitive. Not to mention her sudden aggressiveness.

Angelica sighed and closed the compass, unseeing that the nail started moving. Why can't she face the truth? She's almost hundred percent sure, that she's carrying Jack's baby. But she won't know for pretty long time still, unless she starts showing soon.

The world around her was different; changed from when she was the stubborn and adventurous pirate to most probably a mother-to-be.

And Angelica knew one thing;

She was scared.

Jack let out a small, girlish like scream, with the mixture of pain, since something made a contact with his bad arm.

"Shh!" he heard someone hush as he was dragged in shadows. "Be quiet!"

Finally, after realizing who this person was, Jack relaxed and let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Mate, never, ever, scare me like that again!" he hissed at familiar monkey that was giving him typical monkey's cheeky smile.

"Shush! They're everywhere!" Barbossa replied peeking out of branches of bush.

Jack groaned as he looked from his injured arm to fellow captain and felt how on his lips slowly crawled smile "I didn't know that you missed me so much;"

Barbossa mumbled something unrecognizing under his breath.

Jack's smirk even widened "I know, I know…I'm quite charming, aye?"

"Don't make me wish I'd left you there," Barbossa hissed and looked at younger pirate with irritate and danger in his old eyes.

The glint in Jack's eyes quickly disappeared and it was replaced with small frown. "You wouldn't do that." He muttered quietly, watching as how both Barbossa and Monkey kept being silent.

When he assumed that both of them didn't hear him – or they were just plain ignoring him, what he hates with passion – he cleared his throat to regain their attention to him. "You wouldn't do that, right?" he quietly asked again and watched how small pair of dark eyes looked at him, with their normal mischievous monkey sparkle in them. Sometimes Jack understood why the monkey's name is Jack. But still he didn't know if he should be offered with that or pleased.

Again no response. But if Jack only looked closely then he would be able to see a small smirk forming on edges of old Pirate's lips.

"Right?" he more likely whispered, with not much of a confidence in his voice as he said that.

Barbossa smirked, but gladly Jack didn't see it. Even though Jack can be serious pain in butt sometimes, untrustworthy, lying, being dishonest and much more, he liked the fact that he knows him. That friend-rival relationship only spiced his dull life, with some strange happiness, which he didn't see or feel it ever since his daughter died. Needless to say, Jack's like his son, he'd never had. Even thought, he started mutiny on him these few years ago, he stabbed him, while he was immortal, argued with him about The Black Pearl, kept stealing this, to him so beloved ship, yet again he brought him back to life when he died, they remained in…well pretty good relationship…well if we forget the fact that in meantime of all that Jack killed him, then he was resurrected by Tia Dalma, then Jack died and he was saved by him and his crew…

In short words…their lives are pretty interesting, just as much as their friendship…with sometimes pretty big desire to kill each other.

He heard Jack swallow as he remained silent "You would do that…"

The smirk widened. Aye, the life he has it's interesting.

Jack's gaze slowly fell down on grassy ground that was still wet from rain earlier. He'd give anything to be on his beloved Black Pearl right in this moment, with crew members everywhere around him, with bottle of rum…

On pirate's face crawled frown. Rum! Rum! Rum! He now knows exactly what he needs at the moment! Being without rum for just one day, it's hard enough. Jack being sober that long is something what you don't see every day. So no wonder why all these unfortunate things are happening to him…

But the question that was replaying rapidly once again in his head was the same as when he was stuck with Elizabeth on that island. Why is the rum always gone? Seriously, when you need rum mostly, you can be sure that the rum's gone.

"They're gone…" Barbossa whispered after some time, and that brought Jack back down on Earth. He turned around and looked at Jack who was examining his injured arm. "What's with you?"

"Tree's root suddenly appeared and tripped me." He muttered while making grimaces.

Barbossa chuckled "I want to see how that happened."

Jack looked up at him, slightly annoyed "That's too bad, because I will not be doing it again."

Hector rolled with eyes, amused, but stopped in track as soon as he heard noise. He instantly shut up, slightly scared that tribe members found their hiding place. But according to Jack, who was still babbling random things as always, he didn't hear it.

"Jack!" Barbossa whispered, but no reply. Even Jack the Monkey hissed at him, while he kept yelping in pain when he touched his already swollen arm.

"And that's why I prefer living on ship. There's no plants, grass, leaves, and bloody roots, where you can trip over and broke your arm…" he kept going, and monkey jumped on his shoulder, making typical monkey's noises.

"Sparrow!"

"And if you have an interest in it, I know a place where people keep all sorts of animals and….and I think that the monkey would be the town's star…I think it's called ZOO or something like that...what's that noise?" he finally finished and looked at Barbossa who was staring back at him with undeniable expression.

"Shut. Up." Barbossa mouthed, since he could sense tribe members approaching them.

Jack stopped talking and looked around warily. Now, when he finally closed mouth he could hear voices and footsteps surrounding them. He slowly, out of fear, sat down on ground to hide himself, deeper in shadows and bushes. He made a little noise and he winced at that, but hopefully no one else had heard him.

Barbossa held his breathe, little scared to inhale or exhale. They could be anywhere, and by what he had seen few moments ago, with now his most probably already dead crew, they have a poisoned darts. Just one dart and you fall in deep sleep, unknowing if you'll ever wake up. He felt as how Jack the Monkey moved to his other shoulder, brushing past him, and he really hoped that these people don't hear or smell too good. Barbossa sniffed. Maybe he should take a short bath after he comes out of jungle. He doesn't recall when had he taken a proper bath and according to him, he should take one soon.

He slowly looked at his left to look at younger pirate that was hiding in shadows with him, but was surprised when he didn't see him. His gaze traced down on ground, where he found a figure sitting, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow when Jack put a finger on lips, indicating him to be quiet. Barbossa rolled with eyes, for most probably a hundredth time today and cautiously sat down too. It was a little harder for him, because, well, firstly he's older than Jack, and losing a leg doesn't help at all.

When he finally settled himself on ground, Jack looked around bewildered, before he scooted closer to Barbossa to whisper something.

"So I've been thinking," Jack whispering began, while looking around, preparing for any unseen attack.

Barbossa moved away and sarcastically looked at him. "Really?" he asked, and annoyed Jack.

"I'll ignore that…we should make plan. Hiding here, in bush, out of nowhere, sure left us a lot chances for escape." Jack mumbled, while narrowing eyes to get a clearer vision. He was pretty tired, since he didn't sleep for about two days already. He couldn't even if he wanted to. He had to find those chalices for Blackbeard, or he would hurt him or Angelica. Then, when he was captured by tribe, he couldn't catch a tiny drop of sleep, while Barbossa could. Something was nonstop in his head, and he had that strange feeling, like something big is going to happen.

"At least I'm not the one who screams like a girl, when you're so kind triying to save him." Barbossa whispering shot back.

Jack's head slowly turned around to look at him. "I-…" he began but was cut off shortly.

"You scream like a woman, walk like a woman, wears make up,…" Barbossa continued, playing a little smirk of amusement.

"Alright, you're officially creeping me out…" Jack whispered, and scooted away slightly "I didn't know that you're into these kind of things, but just to let you know, I'm perfectly straight, and I really don't have any interest in males." Jack mumbled.

"I did not say that!" Barbossa fought back whispering.

"My ears still work perfectly and I know you think you understood what I said, but what you heard was not what I meant.«

"I had a daughter!"

"You could easily adopt or kidnap her…"

"Sparrow!"

"Captain Jack Sparrow if you mind,"

"Shut it!"

While they were arguing again they forgot about happening around them. All the color disappeared from Jack's face as he heard sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. He slumped even deeper in ground, as he saw shadows moving in moonlight.

"We're dead. We're so dead!" he whispered, while making faces. Even Kraken, Davy Jones, Blackbeard, Barbossa himself, angry Angelica and the sight of Elizabeth destroying and burning rum wasn't as scary as it now was.

"Sparrow, do you ever quit?"

"I can't die now! I'm too handsome to become a steak!"

"Stop freaking out!"

"I'm not freaking out…I'm freaking in!" he mumbled.

"Is there a difference?"

"Indeed it is."

A sudden growl snapped them both out of another argument. They slowly, swallowing looked up to see what it was, only to see a huge group of natives surrounding them, looking straight down at lost pirates. Both, Sparrow and Barbossa slowly looked down, exchanging looks filled with anxiety and fear.

"So about my plan earlier…" Jack began, while looking around.

"The 'run for your lives' plan?" he quietly asked

"Aye. It works perfectly fine with me!" Jack added and got to his feet, running as far as his legs could move into shadows of jungle.

"That kid is a genius," Barbossa muttered sarcastically, and quickly dashed after him, with herd of people behind them.

A small wooden cup filled with water was moving in her arms that were shaking out of nervousness. Angelica was sitting in chair on deck, her gaze focused, yet lost and emotionless in water inside the cup. She needed fresh air to clear her head from unwanted thoughts that were running in her mind without stopping.

She felt how one of the crew members slowly approached her, but she didn't pay attention to it. She had enough worries already. She slowly leaned her head on table and closed tired eyes. Why do all bad things always happen to her? She's a strong woman, yes, but these things are slowly breaking her.

"Miss Angelica?" she opened her eyes when she heard someone calling her. She sat up straight and looked turned around to see who was calling her. She saw Ragetti slowly making his way towards her. She could feel that this pirate is shy, according to his behavior sometimes.

Angelica quickly cleared her throat and pulled herself together, so that she couldn't give him any hints of her wreckage. "Sí?" she quietly asked, while trying to pull over her strong facade once again.

Ragetti swallowed, when he walked to the table. He knows well enough that this fierce Latina woman is pretty dangerous, so being careful is first thing on his list. "Are ye feeling better?" he asked.

Angelica bit her lip "I'm fine now," she lied, but she knew that's for the best.

Ragetti nodded and went with hand through his hair "I'm sorry."

"For what?" the Latina asked in merely confusion.

"'Cause the meal made ye sick." The pirate replied shamefully.

"Oh," Angelica replied "It wasn't because of meal," she added after few moments of almost pure silence

Ragetti nodded in silence and turned around, looking into the dark, midnight sky and full moon. How great was now that he could walk around freely, without turning into bunch of bones. "It's a beautiful night," he admitted lost in thoughts.

Angelica sighing nodded, figuring out that he wants to break that awkward silence and start a normal conservations. If there wasn't few other things on her mind, she would make sure the conversation would last. But right now, she doesn't feel like talking.

Her hands slowly made their way to her forehead, in hopes to rub headache away. She groaned. If only she could catch some sleep, then she would feel much better and she could think about some important things, like her possibly pregnancy, much more clearly than now.

"Are ye okay?" Ragetti asked when he heard her groan. He only hoped he didn't cause her any illness with that soup. He knows, he's not that good cook, but at least he knows how to prepare something. Even if later it turns out that he poisoned whole crew…

Angelica heard his question but decided to ignore it for now "Do you know where Mister Gibbs is?" she asked and looked at him "I need to talk to him."

Both Jack and Barbossa were making their way, through the jungle, running for their lives. Of course Jack was in lead, since Barbossa had some trouble running with wooden replacement of a leg. Both Pirates were out of breathes but yet they know that they can't stop, or they will most probably become meals…and desserts.

Jack looked back, but continued running and for probably the first time in his life, he wasn't waving with arms while running. He held his injured arm, since it hurt a little too much to wave around. He looked back, and his eyes widened when he saw Barbossa running behind him with herd of angry natives hot on his heels.

"Come on mate!" he yelled "You're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter." He shouted and pulled tree branch away, to make his way through the jungle, and then released it, so it hit Barbossa directly across his face.

"Speak for yourself!" Barbossa shouted back, and received hard smack, with tree branch across his face.

Jack winced as he saw it, since it was partly his fault "Sorry mate!"

Even thought they were running for their dear lives, Barbossa still managed to send very bad glare back at Jack, who got shivers down his spine as he did so.

"Sparrow!" he roared and moved just in moment before he could be pierced with dozens of poisoned darts coming from natives.

"Bugger!" Jack thought as he looked at his left. Some of the tribe members were pretty good runners, he'd admit. Faster than that tribe in which he had ran those three years ago, while hiding from Davy Jones and Kraken.

"The best thing to do is to love your enemies. It'll drive them crazy!" Jack shouted and felt how something leaped on his shoulder. He almost jumped out of skin, but sighed in relief anyway, when he saw that it was just Jack the Monkey. "What do you think you're doing here!"

"I ain't gonna go all mushy-mushy on them!" Barbossa shouted back, but was almost misheard because of tribe's roaring.

"Relax mate! It was only an idea" Jack said again and jumped out of jungle on small meadow. His eyes glistered when he saw sea again "We're home," he smirked and continued running. But while he was running like that he didn't see the end of the cliff in front of him, and deep abyss. The fall might be fatal…

Sparrow's brown eyes scanned the happening around him. Barbossa and natives were nowhere in sight. "Oh…"he mumbled and slowed down, but still kept walking. His face scrunched up a little at the thought of what the natives might have done to his old mate.

His gaze slowly fell on Monkey sitting on his shoulder, looking as innocent as is possible. "Do not look at me like that," he began looking sternly (if that's even possible) "If you think I will forget everyt-Whoa!" Jack screamed, as he reached the edge of cliff. He swallowed with fear as he looked down. The fall would end with dive in deep sea. "That was a little too close…" he mumbled to himself, while looking down. He isn't scared of heights but this time it looks deadlier than previously, with Blackbeard when he tried to save Angelica.

"Angelica…" he frowned. Why does every bad thing happen to him, when he tries to save or to help her? He 'died' because of her, jumped off the edge of cliff into the river because of her, was knocked out by one of zombies, because she distracted him…she even stole his identity. "Bloody woman," he thought and turned around just in time, to see Barbossa run out of jungle in his way.

He looked down on shoulder and saw how Jack the Monkey clapped with his tiny arms, while making cheerful sounds when he saw his owner. Even Jack couldn't help but let a small, miniature smile crawl on edge of lips.

"Dang it! They didn't like the taste. Now they're after me." He mumbled half jokingly, but his smirk disappeared as soon as he saw that Barbossa didn't stop and he will most probably crash in him. "Oi! Oi! Stop!" he yelled and waved with his good arm but when he saw it was no use, he only closed his eyes and prepared for crash. Surprisingly he felt nothing…

Slowly Jack opened eyes and looked in front of himself, only to see older captain firmly standing on ground with monkey on his shoulder. He smiled sheepishly and cleared throat.

"Did you actually think I will crash in you?" Barbossa smirked.

Jack stood still and shook with head "No." he stopped and looked suspiciously around "Where are your relatives?" he asked jokingly and successfully brought mad brown on Barbossa's face. "Oh…except for the monkey. He's your twin."

"I got rid of them." He replied, ignoring Jack's teasing.

But just as he said that and Jack's mouth opened to reply, out of the dark jungle forest leaped few dozen tribe members, angrier than ever, as their lunch successfully escaped once again. Both pirates' faces paled a little when they saw them. Jack the Monkey quickly hid himself under Barbossa's hat. Poor thing had just found his new favorite hiding place. The dangerous, poisoned weapons in cannibals' hands were scaring pirates more than anything, but of course they both wouldn't admit that.

"You said you got rid of them!" Jack hissed and looked at Barbossa who slowly raised hands in any sort of defense.

"I lied alright!" Barbossa replied stammering.

Jack's eyes widened "How could you?" he said while moving backward, because being pierced by swords and arrows wasn't something what he would want.

"I'm a pirate." Barbossa simply replied.

Jack's face scrunched up in second "Bloody pirates."

Barbossa rolled with eyes at him and swallowed as he saw natives walking closer, while yelling something in their language.

"Hey! Watch out where you're pointing that toy at!" Jack suddenly shouted as one of the natives with lance poked him in his lower part of body. Barbossa couldn't help but snicker "I'll need it…"

Barbossa's gaze fell down on abyss. This would be pretty long and deep fall. Not soft also, even though that they would jump in sea. But would they survive that fall? Maybe, if they're lucky enough, but something was telling Barbossa that his mate next to him, is well known about his bad luck. He shook with head to clear his thoughts. At least if he already has to die, he prefers to die in sea so his body would remain and float in it forever, than being roosted and later eaten by tribe of human cannibals.

"We have to jump." Barbossa commented after few minutes of only natives' strange mumbling and talking.

Jack quickly nodded "Aye, we have to jump." But just a second later he frowned "We have to jump?" he shouting asked him and received few unpleasant pokes from tribe in his side.

"It's the only way out!"

"I can't die! I died few hours ago, and I don't plan to die in the next…well…sixty, seventy more years would be enough…"

"Sparrow there are only two options! First, we keep standing here and are roosted and served as daily specialty and second, we jump and we might live." Barbossa said with narrowed and irritated eyes.

Brown eyes narrowed "You said 'we might'!"

Barbossa face palmed himself and received few quizzed looks from natives. Poor things were probably confused why on Earth someone would smack himself. Strange things are these pirates.

"Just…jump! It's the only way out."

Jack the Monkey looked out of hat and snarled at Jack, who moved away slightly when he did so. "I'm sick and tired of those 'jump or die' things…they're way too common lately"

"Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall" Barbossa kept going and started moving backwards, unnoticed by anyone, even Jack.

"I'm a lost bird who never learned how to fly!" Jack quickly argued back, remembering what Davy Jones said to him, just few moments before his death. Boy, he really should start learning. There should be a way, and anyway, he's Sparrow…and sparrows fly.

"Now you will have a chance!" Barbossa added and looked at natives who finally noticed his walking backwards and by the looks on their faces they weren't quite pleased or happy with that. Suddenly a small black kid came out of group and climbed on nearby rock. He moved with hands and yelled something totally random and unrecognizing for Jack and Barbossa who exchanged looks as natives brought few flute-like looking stick. Jack raised an eyebrow at this, but his confusion quickly went away when he saw what another kid brought. Darts.

"If they shoot us with them, we will instantly fall asleep for who knows how long!" Barbossa shouted with fear not hid in his voice.

"How'd you know that?"

"Hobby…"

"Oh…"

Jack swallowed and quickly turned around, making some of natives shot few darts at him, at his sudden reaction. Luckily they missed. But they didn't miss to shot fear in Jack's bones.

He slowly turned around to face Barbossa who was warily looking at him "…jump?" he more asked than said in small voice. Barbossa nodded once or twice .

Jack gulped when he looked at deep abyss once again. If he survives this then he will do anything. Seriously,…rub the floor of his own and Barbossa's ships, buy Barbossa tons of apples, marry Angelica,…but firstly…survive. He needs to survive. "Mate if this by any unexpected accident kills me, I'll personally kill you;…again!" he added.

Hector rolled with eyes, but his gaze stopped at kid who was holding something. His eyes widened as he brought the flute-like stick with dart inside of it to his mouth. He could see some members of time mumbling something at him, at what he replied by typical child's high pitched voice. That brought bad memories about his sadly already deceased daughter to Barbossa. He'd give anything just to see her. Everything just to hear her laugh and sweet, happy voice again. He could still feel her weak, labored breathes, when she was dying in his arms. He could feel how his eyes watered at the sight of his dying daughter. Her first word was sea…and the last too. She loved sea and she will stay in sea forever. Sea was her life…Barbossa swallowed hidden tears. No parent deserves such a punishment to bury their own child.

No one.

He shook with head and was brought back down on Earth just in right time to see how the kid took a deep breath to shoot the dart at Sparrow who was too preoccupied with staring at wavy sea that was once again calling for him, even if in so deadly situation.

His eyes widened "Jack!" he shouted and he turned around just in moment when kid shoot the dart. At first Jack hadn't seen it, but when he had it was already too late to dodge it. The dart hit him in leg, and he quickly pulled it out, when the sharp edge of it make contact with his skin. Barbossa and natives were looking at him but he didn't pay attention since his sight blurred. He groggily looked at it and then at kid who shot it.

"I…hate…kids." He managed to say before he stumbled and unfortunately fell backwards off the cliff, before Barbossa had any chances to catch him.

Just few seconds later they all heard hard splash of water and everyone, including Barbossa moved to the end of cliff, looking down. "Bloody Hell," he mumbled when he looked at how Sparrow hit the water.

After few seconds of silence, and when natives finally realized that they just lost one of lunches, their gaze fell on the remaining pirate who was looking sheepishly at them before he took a leap and jumped off the cliff in sea water as well. The tribe members shoot few darts but they all missed the pirate captain who hit the sea few seconds later, with a poor, scared to death monkey clenching to him for his dear life.

The tribe waited patiently few minutes to see if any of the pirate captains would swim back up to surface, but when no one of them did, they lost hope. Their lunch was gone and their ritual broken. Few of natives mumbled and yelled something before they turned around and slowly made their way back towards their tribe.

And just as they disappeared into the darkness, a strange, dark ship came out of nowhere, sailing towards to where both the infamous pirate captains had landed. Only the dim light of full moon was observing the ship, and even that even so slightly.

"Cap'n, there's a man in water!" one of the sailors shouting informed the ship's captain.

"Bring him aboard," the gentle, warm voice of captain responded while making way to see what was happening. His brown eyes scanned the happening around him, when he saw few of sailors pull the man on ship's deck.

One of the sailors who brought him on deck inspected for the pulse and heartbeat, as soon as he was laid on wooden floor on ground "He's still alive Cap'n!"

The Captain raised his eyebrows surprised, but before he could reply he was cut off by one of the sailors on other side of ship, who was standing and pointing at something. "Cap'n we found another!"

This time Captain speed up at other side of his ship, just in moment when they laid the fallen pirate on it. He was slightly splashed with salt sea water because he was standing too close to it, but he didn't pay any attention to it. The man in front of him, with long, dark dreadlocks, that was currently lying on stomach and according to mumbling of some of his crew, wasn't breathing or doing very well, was very familiar to him.

The Captain kneeled down next to that man, and gently turned him around so he was lying on his back now and almost gasped in surprise. He's the last man who he was expecting on the deck of this ship for quite some more time.

The Captain felt his first mate brushing past him, and froze in surprise.

"Jack?"

TBC…,

Am I that evil to leave you there at cliffhanger? :/

Hopefully you ain't that angry at me at the moment :D Well, whatever, this was the longest chapter in this story so far…yeah, so far, :D

To tell you the truth, I think that you all already know who and whose ship is mentioned at the last part of this ship. If you don't know already, I'll tell you that this isn't any of the OCs :)

Who is it, and what will happen with Barbossa and Jack? Did they survive? What about Angelica? About what does she want to talk to Gibbs? Find out in next chappie :D

Again, sorry for any misspelled words and grammar mistakes. Sometimes it happens that I know how to write some word or sentence right, but then I forget a word or two, and it quickly can come out something totally different -.-

Review? (pretty, pretty please?) xD