Hi guys! So the second chapter is up! Woo! I really am so excited for where this story is going, and it is up to you guys to keep the motivation going for me. Enjoy!
p.s As much as I would like to be affiliated with POTC and Johnny Depp and The Black Pearl and all that good stuff, I don't own it. ;)
A small dinghy was approaching the island. The sailor screamed," Land ho!" causing Angelica to come walking out of the jungle. The boat was close enough that she could make out a portly man, struggling to row as the current pushed him back further. She grabbed a pointed stick and held it like it was a gleaming sword. Angelica walked slowly towards the shore, trying to intimidate the visitor. The boat hit the sand and the man climbed out. He brushed off sand from his jacket and boots, mumbling curses at the sea. He either wasn't paying attention to her, or he wasn't scared of the stick-sword. Angelica froze and dropped the stick in shock when the man looked up.
"The one-legged man," she gasped. Every feature of his was as horrible as she remembered. His beard was scraggly and unkempt. His clothes were torn from the roughness of the sea. He was fat. Angelica had only seen him for a short amount of time, but she will never get the image of his nasty face out of her head.
"The name's Hector Barbossa, darling," Barbossa posed as he presented himself to her. Angelica picked up the stick she had dropped, keeping a close eye on him. She slowly walked up to Barbossa as he was admiring the blue sky. She raised the stick, ready to pierce his heart. When she thrust the wood, Barbossa grabbed the stick with one hand, blocking it from making any damage. "Careful," he said smiling, exposing his rotting teeth," you could kill somebody."
"That's what I intended to do," Angelica scowled. With every word he spoke, she grew angrier and angrier.
"What did you say?" Barbossa cupped a hand around his ear.
"You murdered my father!" Angelica screamed, lunging towards him. She will never forget the fear in her father's eyes and the despair in hers as she watched Barbossa plunge the sword into her father's chest. She still remembers rushing to his side, attempting to pull the blade out. Even though Jack had warned her that the blade was poisoned, she didn't listen. She was too focused on saving her father. When the sword had sliced her palm, she knew that it was going to be the end for her and Blackbeard. She had grown weaker by the second, until Jack Sparrow had saved her life.
"I didn't kill your father," Barbossa scoffed, "that drunk, blubbering, fool of a pirate Jack did."
Angelica was heating up. "Don't talk about Jack that way," she growled, stepping up closer to Barbossa. She wished she had a gun. At least he couldn't stop a bullet. It took a second for Angelica to realize that Barbossa was right. Sure, Barbossa was the one who stabbed Blackbeard's chest, but Jack was the one who chose that Angelica would live. She couldn't quite grasp her feelings for him. On one hand, he killed her father: an act that would always remain in her mind. On the other hand, however, Jack saved her. She couldn't ever forget this, either.
She swallowed her anger, pushing it down her throat before she said something she might regret. Angelica rolled her eyes and looked at Barbossa. "Why are you here?" She asked with no restrain on her attitude.
Barbossa looked insulted. "Well, I came to this island to tell you something," he started, "but seeing as you have your own plans, I'll be on my merry way." Barbossa turned around and started walking towards his boat. Angelica couldn't pass the opportunity to get whatever Barbossa needed to say.
"No!" Angelica exclaimed. She was surprised at how demanding her tone was; she hadn't used that part of her voice for a couple of days now. She felt powerful again. "How did you know I was here? On this island? And how do you know the things you are going to tell me have to do with me?" She got him. Now he was forced to tell her.
"Let's take a walk," he said, leading her towards the forest. He kicked off a crab that had clenched the toe of his boot and squished it. Barbossa walked quickly while Angelica strayed behind. She thought for sure that he would have to tell her. She grumbled and strayed behind.
"Where are we going? This island isn't that big," Angelica crossed her arms, walking slowly.
"All in good time, dearie," Barbossa reassured her. Angelica shuddered when he called her "dearie". She was never one for nicknames. Angelica took the time to think. Mostly about Jack. What would've happened if she had shot him with the pistol? He would've died, that's for sure, but in the rush of fury, Angelica wouldn't have cared. And even if she did shoot him, that doesn't mean she would be off the island.
Jack Sparrow is a rotten, lying, sneaky, weasel. Angelica thought grimly to herself. She laughed in surrender. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that he was a horrid man, there was some part of her brain that thought otherwise. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to remember all the things that happened at the Fountain. She wondered why Jack didn't drink the water himself. If he was as selfish and deceptive as he acts, he would've drunk the water with the mermaid tear and given the other cup to mind. When Angelica cut her hand, Jack immediately decided to save her. And the Fountain aside, Jack had sacrificed himself by jumping off the cliff when Blackbeard threatened to kill her. Now that Angelica truly thought about it, maybe Blackbeard wasn't this hero that she believed he was. Her thoughts were interrupted by Barbossa.
"It should be around this area," Barbossa muttered, looking around. Angelica opened her eyes and observed her surroundings. They were deep into the jungle now, sunlight just barely peeking through the thick canopies of trees. "Ah, here it is," Barbossa stopped short, pointing to the ground.
"What?" Angelica looked down at the crumpled pile of leaves and mud. Barbossa started digging away at the mud until he came across a wooden flap. He pried the door open with his bare hands and Angelica was taken aback at his strength. Peering through the dark hole, Angelica could tell it was deep down. "What's this?"
"It's an old storage place for rum. Jack and I hid it here while we were..together," he grunted, shoving the wood aside. "Now you stay here," he pointed to Angelica," I'll get us a few drinks." He winked as he descended down the hole. Angelica tried to see where Barbossa was heading. She heard a loud thump and the shattering of many bottles. "Dammit," Barbossa cursed, throwing in a few not so nice choice words.
"Careful," Angelica said as Barbossa came up holding four bottles of rum. She took a bottle and sat down on a rock, watching Barbossa open all three remaining bottles and drink them at the same time. As Barbossa was getting drunk, Angelica knew this was her chance to get all she needed to find out about why he came to the island. "So," Angelica said, still curious about Barbossa," we're here. Why did you come to the island? And why does this 'information' of yours relate to me?"
Barbossa looked at Angelica, setting one empty rum bottle down. "I know about that treasure, dear," Angelica was getting annoyed at his calling her "dear" and "dearie". But nicknames aside, Angelica couldn't figure out how he knew about the treasure. Only she and Jack had ever discussed it.
"How do you have any clue what the treasure is? Even I don't," Angelica tried to be subtle, but she feared she acted as if she knew everything about it.
"Oh, don't pretend that you don't know," Barbossa spat, "There's treasure out there. Treasure that can help rule the seas."
"Mmmhmm," Angelica pondered this, "but who told you that I was looking for treasure? The only other person in this world that knows is…" her voice faltered as she said the last word. "Jack," she said quietly. She immediately jumped to conclusions. "He didn't tell you about it, did he?"
Barbossa grinned evilly and nodded, "Indeed he did. While we were at Tortuga, right after he abandoned you," Angelica winced at those words. Barbossa continued, "I threatened to smash his beloved Black Pearl if he didn't answer a few questions."
Angelica felt hurt. It wasn't surprising, Jack going behind her back and doing something that could potentially harm her, yet, she felt like Jack would change. "I was wrong," she said sadly, "Jack hasn't changed." She hadn't realized that Barbossa was listening, and was startled when he said something.
"Yes, yes, we all know what a terrible man Jack is. Save your pitiful love story for later. I have something else to show you," Barbossa yawned, indicating that he couldn't care less.
"What?" Angelica looked up at him. She decided to forget this whole thing until Jack had sailed back to the island.
"I happen to have a map," Barbossa smiled, then threw a second rum bottle to the ground. He pulled out a yellowing, tattered piece of paper and showed it to Angelica. "This is one of the three maps that you need to acquire in order to find the treasure successfully."
Angelica was interested now. She wasn't sure how, but she wanted to get that from him. "Do you know where the other two maps are?"
"That's the thing," Barbossa huffed," the holders of the three maps don't know anything about the others. They just have to hope they come across the right person." Barbossa looked at Angelica's full bottle of rum. "Can I have that?" Angelica gave it to him. He opened it and started drinking, getting more drunk by the second. She didn't care for rum. All she wanted was the map. She needed the map.
"So you have absolutely no idea who the other two people are? And where they are?" Angelica pressed the question further.
"No." Barbossa threw the word out like it was trash. He obviously didn't hear a word she was saying.
Angelica thought she would take a wild guess with the whole map situation. "Uh..I know one other person with the map."
Barbossa seemed surprised. "Oh yeah?" He seemed uninterested as he downed a third bottle of rum. "Who?"
Angelica had to think fast. She had to come up with some random name off the top of her head. The good thing about lying was that Barbossa couldn't tell the difference between up and down, let alone determine if a name is real or not. "Some woman," she started, "some woman….named Elizabeth." She used the first name that came to her mind. She didn't know why she chose a British name and not a name common in Spain, but at least she threw it out there. "She's not too far off this island," Angelica felt a surge of adrenaline as she continued the story, squeezing in even the tiniest of details, "I can get the second map for you. I'm the only one she trusts with her address, so I cannot give it to you." Angelica decided to say something that would cause Barbossa to have no choice but to give her the map. "I should take your map to her. It would be best; that way, she knows I'm not playing a trick on her. Then at least I have the proof."
Barbossa didn't seem to hear anything she said. He seemed to have stopped listening when she said the word "Elizabeth." He looked puzzled, scratching his beard as if deep in thought. "Elizabeth," he whispered, "where have I heard that name before? It seems so familiar, but I don't know why."
"It was probably a name given to you when you received the map. Maybe as a clue for something," Angelica was getting worried that Barbossa would find out that she was fibbing. At least he was drunk. It might be easier to get the map from him now. Angelica thought. She would give it one last try. She leaned towards Barbossa and whispered in his ear. "May I have the map now? I assure you I will bring it to that woman and get her map," Angelica smiled. She had just realized that Barbossa was holding her against him. She struggled to get out from his grip, only to be held tighter.
"And you promise to bring me both maps right away? Do not go off on your own adventure, dear," Barbossa growled. Angelica could smell his rum-covered breath as it permeated her senses.
"Y-yes," Angelica groaned, trying to get out of Barbossa's hands and about to pass out from the foul scent. She didn't get how pirates walked around all the time smelling like this. Barbossa finally let her go, in which she stumbled backwards.
"Perfect," Barbossa smiled sickeningly. He handed the map over to Angelica. She greedily took it and placed it inside a pocket on her pants. Barbossa stood up, wobbling from all the rum he digested and started the walk back out to the beach.
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Angelica and Barbossa emerged from the forest. Judging by the sun's placement, Angelica guessed that it was early afternoon. She hoped that Jack had noticed that his compass was missing and that he was on his way right now. She couldn't last another day on this godforsaken piece of rock.
"Well, I must be going my own way," Barbossa breathed, squinting in the sun, trying to locate his boat. When he found it, he turned around and started towards Angelica. "Remember what I said about the maps, darling," He smiled and got down on one knee. Angelica took a sharp intake of breath and pursed her lips in disgust as Barbossa took her right hand and planted a kiss on it. When he looked up at her, she had to pretend that she didn't find that the least bit disturbing. "I'm sure we'll meet again. Until next time," Barbossa said to Angelica, bowing. She gave a small wave as he made his way to his boat. When his back was turned, she frantically rubbed her hand on her blouse, getting rid of all filth that Barbossa might have carried.
His boat was far away by now. Watching it become a small dot disappearing in the horizon, Angelica took out the map and inspected it. Barbossa was right: she did need three maps. This one was cut off, a trail being split in half. Looking at the large skull in the top left corner, she could only assume that this was the third map. The landscape drawn on the map seemed nice and lush. There were a few jungles, with tall trees painted on the map. There were many small springs dotted across the paper, some in the middle of a forest and some in the open. There were even a few resting on the side of a mountain. Angelica grinned to herself, thinking about how wrong Barbossa was about her coming back to him. She would never dream of it. Of course when Jack came back to the island, she would make him come with her. She had no idea where the other maps were, but Angelica was willing to travel the world to find them.
"Hector Barbossa," Angelica chuckled to herself, "you don't know how wrong you are going to be."
Hey guys! Ok, first off, I just want to thank you. This is my very first FanFiction ever, and I was nervous that people weren't going to like it, but thankfully, there are other people out there that are obsessed with POTC. Secondly, I wrote this at, like, four in the morning so I know there are some grammar issues and spelling, but please don't chew me out on that. ;) I hope you guys liked this chapter and please rate and review! I really appreciate it!