The boat ride was very long. Jack and Angelica were floating in the middle of nowhere for days, not knowing where to go. Eventually, Jack had enough sense to use his compass, but he had to give it to Angelica to try because his wants were different. Thankfully, they didn't run out of supplies and they had a good amount left, perfect for the journey back. Halfway along the trip, they began to grow tired of each other. This resulted to them not talking and avoiding each other as much as possible. However, it was extremely hard, considering they were on a seven-foot long boat. Eventually, Angelica couldn't stand the silence; not knowing what Jack was thinking was killing her.

"How much longer until we arrive? Do you really know where you're going? You do realize that we're almost out of food. What if this mysterious person isn't where they used to be?" Angelica blurted out a flurry of questions. She wasn't one to keep her mouth shut. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Enough questions. I don't know how long. Yes, I know what I'm doing. No, we have plenty more supplies. She will be there. I know it," Jack threw his head back and looked up at the night sky. The stars were floating amiss in the black background, dotting the sky like salt. Angelica backed up in surprise.

"'She'?" Angelica grimaced, "This person is another 'she'?" She made air quotes with her fingers, showing her displeasure.

"What's wrong with that?" Jack seemed offended, but then again, you could never tell with him.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of you sauntering into the house of yet another woman," Angelica grunted, feeling protective of him. "Just like you did Elizabeth."

"Please," Jack pushed the idea aside, "you loved Elizabeth once you got to know her. Besides, what this woman and I had was a slight…above friendship relationship. It didn't get too bad. And she's not for me, anyways." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"What? She's too modest, mature, and smart for you?" Angelica smirked.

"No," Jack said quietly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "And you have no right to question the women I meet. For all you know, they could be doing the same about you." Before Angelica could answer, Jack saw a small light in the distance, accompanied by a large community full of beat-down shacks. "Well, looks like we're here."

Jack rowed the boat to the sand and buried it underneath, making sure it wouldn't swim away. He helped Angelica out of the longboat. Before they left, she grabbed two swords, a knife, and a pistol. Just for safety purposes. Hiding all of these weapons, she followed Jack onto the cool and windy beach. Once they had climbed a small dune, they came across a large swamp, swallowing what appeared to be a neighborhood of huts. The biggest one was in the center, which produced the most light. Jack pointed to it and strode confidently to the door. Climbing onto the rickety, wooden bridges that connected the houses, Angelica heard the eerie sound of wind passing through the trees. She held onto the handle of her pistol. Jack continued walking until he reached the door of the hut. It was open slightly, so he knocked, trying to keep it from opening up.

"Hello?" He asked, searching around through an opening. A strong gust of wind blew into the door, smashing it open. A chill ran throughout the air, making Angelica shiver. Jack peered inside the house, looking for any signs of life. The only sound that could be heard was the wind chimes clanging together and a liquid brewing inside.

"Come in," a deep voice whispered. It sent an icy feeling up Angelica's spine, and she began to have her doubts about this place. Jack slowly advanced into the house, quietly stepping on the broken wood. A shadowy figure caught his eye and he turned his vision to the right. Angelica did the same, however, they saw nothing. Jack was about to complain when he heard a sickeningly familiar voice in his left ear. "What do you want….Jack Sparrow?"

Jack screamed and crashed into a nearby table, sending various bottles of liquid flying everywhere. Angelica almost had a heart attack and she was so startled she didn't pull out a weapon. When she calmed down, she kept a firm grip on her knife. Angelica looked towards the woman and saw that she was small and slim, with multiple ornaments and gadgets adorning her body. She had paint marks dotted along her face and Angelica guessed she was part of a pirate tribe or something.

Jack finally stood up and balanced, glancing fearfully at the woman. Although he had recognized her voice, with the unique accent, he was now positive of who this person was.

"Hello, Tia Dalma," Jack smiled his usual, cunning grin. He walked over to her and inspected her. "It's been a while since I've seen you in this form." Tia Dalma smiled in pleasure.

"Yes. Calypso made a promise to never unleash her fury again," she began picking up all the glass that Jack had thrown off the table, "I do admit that it is hard time to time."

"Who is Calypso?" Angelica butted into the conversation. Both Jack and Tia Dalma must have forgotten she was there because they seemed to appear startled when she spoke.

"Excuse me?" Tia Dalma was taken aback. She had never come across someone who didn't know who her alias was. Jack stepped in.

"Leave the talking to me. For now," he instructed Angelica, pushing her back. To Tia Dalma he said, "Forget about her. She grew up in Spain. She's not the fullest rum bottle in the package if you know what I mean." Angelica crossed her arms and huffed, however, she didn't speak.

"Yes, I see," Tia Dalma glanced over at Angelica showing mock empathy. Turning to Jack, she stopped all sound coming from her house and shut the door with a simple flick of the wrist. "Why are you here? What is it you seek in my humble shack?" She edged closer to Jack, which made him very uncomfortable, especially with Angelica watching their every move.

"Treasure. I was told that you had the third map." Jack simply said. Tia Dalma backed up and sat in a throne-like piece of furniture.

"Oh," she whispered, almost as if she was not expecting that answer. "Let's not jump right into things, Sparrow. We should catch up. How have you been since you released me?" Tia Dalma pet a lizard that had perched itself on her chair.

"I sailed to the Fountain of Youth. Saved a couple lives," Jack grinned like he was proud of it, "what have you been doing?" He wanted to be nice, but Jack also wanted to just get the map and leave.

"Magic. Voodoo. Destroying those who have angered me in the past," Tia Dalma cackled. "Who knew that being able to unleash your fury would be so….entertaining?" Jack fake-smiled. He didn't want to anger her. "Now tell me more about this treasure," Tia Dalma demanded. Jack found it a bit odd that she had a map and had no idea what he was talking about, but he decided to roll with it.

"There's three maps," Jack began. He realized at this moment that he had practically no information about the treasure. Angelica knew it all. "You need all three. It's mysterious and only the most worthy pirates get to hear about it," Jack nodded, confirming his own story.

"I see. Now, who had the maps?" Tia Dalma scratched her head. Jack was puzzled that Tia Dalma was acting like this. He looked at his boots and shuffled them on the ground.

"I don't think it would be wise to tell you, love," Jack said.

"I'm sure it is," Tia Dalma urged. Her smile faded and her eyebrows furrowed. Jack still pushed back, knowing how one holder of the map was forbidden to know anything about the others.

"I don't want to tell you."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Do it."

"Nope."

"Yes, Jack."

"Sorry."

"YES!" Tia Dalma's voice had changed tone. It was now angry and upset, with a very low pitch. She slammed her hand on the chair's arm and Jack held his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Barbossa had the first one, and Elizabeth Swann had the second." Jack finally gave in. Tia Dalma relaxed.

"Ah, Elizabeth. She was such a sweet, nice girl. But Barbossa," she shuddered, "I can't imagine him of all people." Tia Dalma shook her head, trying to get rid of bad memories. Jack wanted to speed things up.

"Yes, well," Jack was getting irritated, "you've avoided my question long enough. Give me the third map." Tia Dalma placed a hand on her chest and seemed shocked that Jack would tell her that.

"Oh, I don't have the map, Jack," she smiled. Tia Dalma extended a long, bony finger towards Angelica- who Jack had forgotten was even there- and smirked. "But she knows where it is."

Yayyyy! 9th chapter done! Thank you guys for reading this and I really hoped you liked it. You're lucky that I'm updating two days in a row. :P but honestly, it's not going to be a normal thing. Sorry. :/