"Why are you here?" Both Jack and Angelica asked in unison.

"You first." Jack said quickly, wanting answers.

Angelica sighed, jerking her head to get some of her brown hair out of her face, "Well, I was kidnapped by Coldwood and his crew, then brought here to this island, and have been here for almost a week, I think." She stared at him, "Now your turn."

Jack's mouth was still slightly hanging open. He hadn't seen Angelica in what, over a decade? And now their paths crossed again, it seemed too good to be true. Even if Jack wouldn't admit it, he had missed her terribly over the years. And he was filled with joy to see her beautiful face again.

"I'm here on a rescue mission, love." He told her, closing his mouth and trying to look dignified.

"Mhmm," Angelica said, taking a good look at him, "And tell me, did you succeed?"

Jack tilted his head down to stare at the ropes binding him to the palm tree. No matter how much he struggled, they would not loosen. "Not yet." He answered.

"Also, is that your crew being taken hostage?" She gestured towards the water in the distance, and Jack could see many longboats taking people away from his precious Pearl.

"Maybe."

"Oh, Jack...you haven't changed." Angelica grinned. Jack noticed a cut on her jaw, and her brown eyes looked tired. Had she changed since he had seen her last? Her white blouse still showed her curves, and her flowing hair didn't have any gray hairs as far as he could tell. Honestly, she didn't look much different since he left her on the-

Wait a second...

"How did you get off that island?" Jack asked immediatly.

"Oh, you mean the one you marooned me on fifteen years ago?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow. Jack nodded quickly, and she continued, "Let's see...well after about a month of being stranded, a ship saw my smoke signals and came. The captain then brought me to Spain. She also mentioned you, Jack." Angelica finished.

"And who exactly was she?"

"A lady by the name of Anamaria."

Jack gulped. "Oh yeah, I might have known her."

After a few seconds of silence, a scream came from where the bonfire was. It sounded painful. "Who was that? Someone in your crew?" Angelica asked, shifting a little bit inside her tightly bound ropes.

"Eh, probably that boy that's being questioned. He's looking for his mother, see, that's why I'm here in the first place." Jack explained. "Goes by the name Jason Rivera."

Angelica gasped so loud, that the fatter pirate guarding them turned and said, "Shh!"

Angelica didn't listen. "Jason? Is he alright? Where is he? Wait, is Coldwood questioning him?"

"Calm dow-"

"Don't tell me to calm down, Jack Sparrow! How did you meet Jason?" Angelica's eyes were large as she stared back at Jack.

The captain answered slowly, afraid to set her off again. "He came to me in Tortuga, wanting my help to find his mother-" Then he stopped, realizing something. "Wait...are you Jason's mother?"

Angelica relaxed a little, "What? You didn't expect me to have a life after you?"

"No. Wait! I mean, it's just..." He said, trying to understand everything. "Who's his father? And did you raise him by himself?"

"I told you, I went to Spain. There, I found my Aunt Camilla, who was my own mother's sister. Soon, I gave birth to Jason and she helped me raise him." She paused, to lean forward a little, "And I haven't sailed the seas since."

"Really?" He was surprised.

"Sí. I had to find jobs in taverns and bars to get by. It's not easy to raise a baby, you know."

"That's what I've heard. Now the other question: Who's his father?"

Angelica hesitated, not looking into Jack's eyes. When she didn't answer, he said, "Come now, love, I'm only curious."

"I know, it's just..." She bit her lip, searching for the right words.

Then the other guard, the one with chipped teeth and horrible personal hygiene turned around and said to Jack, "Ares is coming to take you again, mate. Looks like it's your turn to be questioned by ol' Coldwood."

Jack looked back at Angelica, who was saying quite fast, "Oh mi Dios, Jack, listen! Jason, his father...well..." But Ares was already stomping towards Jack's tree, ready to take him away. "Jack, remember what I told you before you left me on that island?"

"That you still love me?" He asked with a small grin.

"No! Well, yes, and also-" She was cut off by Ares's grunting as he loosened Jack's ropes. He roughly lifted Jack to his feet and held his arms as he lead him away from Angelica.

"Jack! Jason, he's your-!" She yelled, but Ares's grunting and the distance he was away from her, Jack couldn't make out the last word.

"Greetings, Sparrow!" Was the first thing Captain Coldwood said to Jack at the bonfire. Jack was pushed onto a wooden chair in front of the other pirate's table. Around him, Jack noticed most of Coldwood's crew was either eating, sleeping, sharpening their swords or reloading their guns. But a few yards away, that curly-haired pirate Francis and three others were tying the hands of Jack's crew as they were on their knees.

"Hello yourself." Jack said, still taking in his surroundings. Maybe if he could find a weapon, he could kill Coldwood and free his crew and Angelica...

Coldwood gave him a smile while looking down at his charts. "How was the prisoner, Angelica?"

"Uh...fine, I guess." Replied Jack, looking back at his captor.

"Good, good. She's quite a handful, I might say." Coldwood said, dipping his quill in an ink bottle and marking something on his chart, "You've met her before, haven't you?"

Jack inhaled, "A while ago."

"Yes, that's what she told me. She also told me about this," He reached inside his pocket and pulled out Jack's compass.

Jack began to reach out to it, but Ares hit him on the shoulder from behind. Coldwood smiled and began to stroke his pointy beard. "Yes, it points to what you want most, am I correct?" His voice was smooth and silky as he talked to Jack.

The other pirate glared at him, "Why did she tell you?"

"I happen to be very persuasive when it comes to what I want." He smiled more, swinging the compass, "And now, I have her son." Jack blinked, remembering passing Jason on his way here. He seemed unconscious as he was dragged the opposite direction Jack was going.

"I don't know, Angelica's a tough one." Jack leaned back in his chair.

"Hmm..." Coldwood stared at the compass before asking, "It's a pity the boy only grew up with his mother and great-aunt. A father would've been good for him, don't you agree?"

Jack was bewildered. And the other captain could tell. "Oh, she has not told you." He said, as if finding it amusing.

"Tell me what, precisely?"

The grin grew wider, "Oh, my dear Sparrow. You're the boy's father. Isn't it obvious?"

Jack forgot how to breathe for a few seconds before asking, "What?"

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! But hey, now we get to the good stuff, am I right? I hoped you liked it, and thanks so much for all the reviews! And don't forget to review, also! Thanks guys!