Angelica walked out of the jungle, looking at the map that Barbossa had given to her. She was anxious to find the remaining two, now that she knew more about the treasure. All she had heard of was what her father told her when she reconnected with him. Pocketing the map, she made her way towards the shore. The water gleamed brightly from the reflection of the sun. The scorching sun had caused a film of sweat to form on Angelica's skin and the sand to heat up intensely. She desperately wanted to swim, but that would force her to swim with no clothing. Angelica didn't want to risk a random civilian popping out of nowhere. The sun's radiating heat convinced her otherwise.
She removed her clothes and laid them on the sand, the map resting safely inside a pocket. She started wading in the water, keeping an eye out for ships or any other inhabitants on the island. Angelica dove underwater to cleanse her face. The water felt cool and refreshing. She closed her eyes and took in the feel of the water. She hadn't had a proper bath since she was a little girl in Spain. She opened her eyes, and scanned the ocean floor for other life. Seeing no fish or crabs, Angelica began to see how alone she really was. The world felt so empty now that her father and Jack were gone.
Jack. She thought dreadfully. Angelica felt the tears threaten to spill. "Not again," she told herself. Every time she pictured Jack in a negative way, she felt as if Barbossa's poisoned blade was stabbing her heart. Heading back inland, she filled her head with happy thoughts of being back in Spain with her mother and father before they disappeared. When her feet hit the sand, she heard a long whistle from behind. Scared, she whipped her head around, just barely touching her clothes. "Jack!" Angelica jumped, startled at the fact that he was staring at her through a telescope while she was bare. She instantly grabbed her clothes and started putting them on frantically.
"Don't do that," Jack smiled, putting the telescope away, "you looked so much better before." Angelica ran into some bushes and quickly dressed, watching Jack through a crack in the leaves. Thankfully, he didn't see her run in the brush, which prevented him from peeking his head in her business.
Angelica stared through the bushes and saw that Jack's small little boat had hit the island and he was trudging up the sand, looking for her. She stormed out of the bushes, a glare coating her face. Jack turned to her as she stomped towards him, big, bright grin on his face and arms opened wide. She stopped a few inches away from him and slapped him hard across the face. Before giving him time to even open his mouth, she pulled Jack towards her and kissed him. He answered back, running his fingers through her hair. She abruptly pulled back, surprised that he enjoyed this. Jack's mouth was opened wide. "What was that for?" He asked, shocked.
Angelica crossed her arms. "The slap was for abandoning me on this island. How could you?" She asked, disappointed. Not giving Jack time to answer, she continued. "I kissed you because you know that I love you. I have since the moment I saw you. I wasn't going to let another opportunity pass." Jack could tell that she was referring to when he ran away from her, leaving her here. He had felt guilty at the time, but started to overcome that when he drank.
Jack looked at her, annoyed. "I've already told you this several times. I love you, too." He was getting sick of her saying the same thing over and over.
Angelica looked up at him, angry tears welling in her eyes. "Then why did you leave me here?" She said, her voice cracking. Jack started walking her into the forest, one of his arms around her shoulder. She was expecting him to go to the place where she and Barbossa had sat down, but Jack entered another way.
"Let me tell you something, love," Jack twirled his hand around in the air, "I told Gibbs this back in Tortuga. Women are like eagles. They're free, loving, and beautiful. If you get on their bad side, they can tear your heart out. And eat it," he concluded, turning to face Angelica. He frowned when he saw her face distorted in anger towards him.
"You haven't answered my question," She demanded, "why did you leave me to rot here?"
"You weren't going to rot," Jack tried to avoid the question still, "you can't die, so there was no point in taking you with me. Wherever I was going."
Angelica frowned. "You don't trust me," she realized.
"I never said that," Jack was defending himself and even he knew that. "I just said I didn't want to bring you along with me. Tell me something; if you were a man, would you enjoy a woman on your crew? Constantly complaining and bickering. That's just not what people want."
Angelica laughed in realization and shook her head. "I can't believe this," she whispered, "after all this time, you can't find it in your heart to trust me?" Angelica felt herself crying. She raised her voice to mask her emotions. "You've sacrificed your life countless times for me. You've even saved me for Christ's sake! Surely, there must be some explanation as to why you do that!. I can't believe I wasted my time trying to get you back on my side, when all along, you were just using me," Angelica was crying harder now, but the sadness in her eyes had left and was replaced by hatred, betrayal, and hurt. "And by the way, my father didn't seem to have a problem with a 'woman' on his ship." Angelica turned and walked towards the beach in a hurry.
"Wait!" Jack yelled after her. She stopped briefly, but didn't bother turning around. For a split-second, she thought that he had something nice or apologetic to say to her.
"What?" Angelica's voice was shaking. "What do you want?"
"Can I have my compass?" Jack clearly didn't have any remorse for her. Angelica growled something in Spanish and briskly found her way out of the jungle.
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The sun was beginning to set as Jack emerged from the forest, spotting Angelica sitting alone on the beach, facing the crashing waves. He walked up to her and sat a few feet away, just in case she was still fuming. He looked at her and immediately saw how beautiful she was with the sun gleaming in her hair and the wind blowing it around her face. He pointed at the dropping sun. "Pretty, isn't it?" Jack asked, not taking his glance off of Angelica.
"Very beautiful, yes," Angelica agreed in a quiet voice. She wasn't ready to go back to him. Not yet. What Jack had just admitted to her would be burned into her memory. She turned to him. The look on her face was one that Jack had never seen before. It made him feel….sorry for her. There were dried tears on her face and her eyes were red and puffy. But the way she looked; Jack couldn't remember what he was going to say.
"Almost as pretty as you," Jack complimented, rubbing his hand against her cheek. She swept it off.
"Oh, save it for another woman, Jack," Angelica said, narrowing her eyes. She knew very well that he was just trying to appeal to her better nature so he could turn around and betray her once more.
"Look," Jack started, sitting up," I made many actions that I'm not proud of. Why can't you forgive me?"
"Why can't you admit that you don't love me? I know you feel that way. Just say it." Angelica retorted.
"I don't feel that way, actually," Jack pursed his lips, "I do truly love you. Ever since that night at the convent-"
"Then why did you desert me here?" Angelica interrupted, her fingernails digging into the sand. "If you love me so much? Why do you avoid the question? It's like you don't listen to what I'm asking."
Jack avoided answering once again. "The point is, I'm here now." He leaned his face in, trying to steal a kiss from Angelica. She didn't know how to respond. It seemed like there was a magnetic force pulling them together. She didn't want to kiss him, but she couldn't help it. Thankfully, her body pulled her back, avoiding the kiss.
"This doesn't feel right," she said, shaking her head.
"What do you mean?" Jack opened his eyes.
"It doesn't feel right, kissing you. After all you've made me suffer, I don't know how I can kiss a man who's done that to me," She looked down.
"Maybe this time, I'm different," Jack persuaded.
"But I don't know that. I don't know that you won't trick me into loving you again only to abandon me on another inhabited island. I just don't know." She looked up and Jack met her gaze. Just looking at Jack's eyes made her melt inside. Angelica didn't understand why-after being hurt by him so many times- she still felt something towards him. Just looking at Jack somehow made all the troubles go away. Even though she constantly reminded herself that Jack was not for her, this one moment could potentially change it all. Giving in to him proved that Angelica was weak. Acting like she was tough, but in reality, she can't even deny a man. If she refused him, Jack would finally understand how Angelica felt. Jack blinked, waiting for Angelica to do something. She couldn't help it anymore. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She leaned her head in agonizingly slow. For Jack at least.
When they made contact, Angelica was scolding herself on the inside. On the outside, she felt a new kind of strength. With just one measly kiss, she felt that she'd just gained all the strength and power in the world. Using this kiss as a sign of forgiveness, Angelica took Jack's compass out of the pocket in her blouse and placed it in Jack's waiting hand. When he felt something metallic and square rest in his palm, he smiled to himself, glad that he made Angelica like him again. After a while, they finally broke the kiss. Angelica felt flustered and confused; she felt mad at herself, yet proud and giddy. Jack, on the other hand, couldn't be happier. He had finally gained Angelica's trust back.
He looked down, opened the compass and waited for the arrow to stop fidgeting. It pointed towards Angelica. "Step a bit to the left," Jack motioned with his hand. She obeyed and moved to the side. The arrow moved with her. "Oh, bugger," Jack grimaced.
"What's wrong with the compass, Jack?" Angelica questioned, stepping closer. She knew what was wrong with it. Jack wanted Angelica the most. She felt pleased.
"Nothing," Jack said hurriedly, shutting the compass closed. "Nothing at all." He noticed Angelica studying a map. "What's that?" He pointed at the worn paper.
"It's a map…that Barbossa gave to me. There are three that you need to hold in order to find-"
"Find what?" Jack interrupted, suddenly becoming very greedy.
Angelica sighed. She would have to tell him about the treasure. "When I told you about the treasure, the treasure that could rule the wind and tides, that treasure is real, Jack. All of it was real."
"What about the whole pregnant bit?" Jack asked, pointing a finger towards her stomach. He slid away from her, scooting away in the sand.
"Eres un idiota," Angelica murmured. "No, I'm not pregnant."
"Oh. Alright then," He moved back to Angelica, still wary of her stomach. Angelica turned to look at him.
"Anyway, the treasure requires three maps. In order for you to find the jewels and gold, you need to have all three. I'm not sure how, but they supposedly connect to form one big map, leading you straight to the big, red, 'X'" Angelica put the map back in her pocket and made sure it was secure. She could bet anything that Jack would try and find it while she was sleeping.
"'X' marks the spot," Jack smiled.
Angelica needed to tell him about the other two. "Yes, well, since there are two other maps to be found, we need to go on a quest to find them. The holders of the maps have no idea where the other two are, making it almost impossible to correctly find the treasure."
"We'll have to get started on that right away won't we, love?" Jack grinned and looked up at the appearing moon. Angelica followed his gaze.
"I have to admit, Jack," she nodded her head, "you were very successful at leading us to the Fountain. I just don't think I can ever forgive you for killing my father." Angelica sighed. She wasn't mad, she just wished she hadn't been so stupid as to touch a poisoned blade.
"Thanks, Angie," he said sarcastically. In his mind, it wasn't his fault that Angelica still tried to pull the sword out of Blackbeard's chest even when he'd told her not to. No matter what, he would've given Angelica the cup with the tear. He loved her and planned to stick with her. He didn't want to save Blackbeard anyway. He was a cruel, ignorant, and vicious man.
"You know how much I hate that name," Angelica shoved him to the side. A full moon was out above the island now. The light reflected off of the water and gave the sand a pale, grey tone. Jack and Angelica could still see a bit of the other, with help from the moon's bright light.
"Well, it's late," he stated. Without any further words, the pair laid down side by side in the sand.
"Goodnight, Jack," Angelica whispered, already half asleep. She was extremely tired. Most of her day was spent thinking about the conversation she and Barbossa had, if she wasn't hating Jack.
"G'night, love," Jack placed an arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"Don't even think about it," Angelica slurred her words together. However, she was so tired that she made no effort to stop it. Jack leaned down and kissed Angelica lightly on the forehead.
"I love you," he breathed into her hair. Very quietly, but just loud enough for a smile to spread on Angelica's face. In her mind, she hoped that whatever she had to do to get the remaining maps, she and Jack would do as a team. Together.