"ANYA!" Jason cried out, before he rushed to her side, jumping over the thorns as quickly as possible then landing in the bare patch where she had fallen. "Anya, are you okay?"
She groaned, clutching her bleeding arm. Jason gently lifted her up, and then noticed how she was in too much pain to walk over to where the thicket ended.
A small sigh left him before he placed an arm under her knees and another around her back. It was difficult, but Jason managed to carry her over the bushes. He silently thanked God for her lightness, and carefully sat her down on a boulder.
"Oh, Jason, it hurts terribly!" Anya told him, showing her left arm. It had many thorns sticking out of it, along with red trails of blood dripping off of her skin.
"Um…" He said, sitting down on the boulder next to hers and slowly taking her left hand and lifting the arm so he could examine it better.
"Can you please remove them?" She begged, her green eyes beginning to water from the pain, "I would do them myself, but I guess I'm too afraid." Jason's eyebrows lifted when she said that. He couldn't believe someone like her could be afraid of anything.
"Alright." He said, then gingerly grabbing the end of the thorn nearest to him. Anya clenched her jaw and looked away. Jack the monkey cuddled against her leg. Jason yanked it out so quickly she only had time to gasp a little before he went on to the next one.
Nine thorns later, Anya's arm now only had blood oozing out of it. "Oh, damn it." She muttered, trying to stop the flowing by pressing her arm against her chest.
"Here, allow me." Jason said in a polite tone. He tore off a strip of fabric from the bottom of his tunic, grabbed her left hand again to lift her arm up, used the fabric as a makeshift bandage, and with a snug knot he tied it around her wound.
Anya exhaled, "Thank you."
"De nada." Jason grinned slightly, then realized he was still holding her hand, and quickly let go.
She giggled at him, and then looked down at her bandage. "It seems to have stopped the bleeding for now." She said, then saw that his cheeks were bright pink. "Jason? What is it?"
"Nothing." He answered as she scooted closer to him.
"You're lying. And seem to be embarrassed."
"What? No I'm not!" He bolted up, noticing how close she had gotten.
"Oh, please! You look redder than a cherry!" Anya stood up next to him, putting her hands on her hips. "What is it?"
"I said nothing! Now let's keep moving-"
"Or we could rest here! Since the sun is setting and there's probably tons of beasts in this jungle." She said, gesturing at the sunset.
"Fine, whatever." Jason said, refusing to look in her beautiful green eyes.
"And Jason?"
"Yeah?"
Anya put both hands on his shoulders, and then leaned up on her tiptoes, kissing his tan cheek. "Thanks again." She gave him a little smile before leaving to find firewood.
Jason stayed where he was, frozen out of shock of what just happened. One of his hands reached up and touched the spot where the kiss still lingered.
Jack the monkey smiled by his feet, and Mr. Cotton's parrot landed next to him, squawking cheerfully.
Jason gave them a look of annoyance, "What are you looking at?" He asked, before walking to where Anya had gone off.
A bright light shined in Jack's eyes, causing him to wake up. The first thing he noticed, besides the sunlight, was Angelica's head on his steadily rising chest. He grinned, stroking some of her brown hair away from her face. She stirred a little in her sleep, and managed to curl closer to him. Their fire was long gone, and two apple cores rested beside it.
Then he heard something outside the cave that caught his attention. Voices were mumbling and smashing through the trees. Without waking Angelica, Jack slowly picked up his sword and held it out towards the entrance in case if they came in. What if it was Coldwood and his crew?
"Bloody jungle," muttered a voice that seemed way too familiar to Jack. He then noticed that laying on the floor wasn't going to do him any good fighting the strangers, so he tried to shift to a sitting position without making Angelica fall off of his chest. It was quite difficult and he didn't accomplish anything as the voices continued.
"Ah, shut up, or you'll wake every beast here!" demaded someone closer to the cave. Jack swore under his breath, then cursed to himself inside his mind on making some noise.
"Mmm..." Angelica mumbled beside him.
"Shh...stay asleep." Jack whispered to her, not wanting her to wake while those people where still outside the cave.
"Well, well, well!" laughed the figure at the entrance of the cave. Jack's head snapped to it, and he couldn't make it out at first. It was a tall man, with a peg leg and a wide hat, hands on his hips, and a broad, crooked-tooth grin on his face.
"Oh, no." Jack said quietly to himself.
"Jack Sparrow! Long time no see, eh?" The man said, "Who's your lady friend?"
"Hello, Hector." Jack muttered, finally sitting up against the rocky wall.
"By God, that's not Blackbeard's daughter, is it?" Barbossa asked, coming into the cave, his wooden lag clanking against the ground.
"Cap'n? Are you talking to someone?" asked a pirate that peeked his head in the cave that Jack recognized as his old friend Scrum.
"Jack...?" Angelica asked, slowly getting out of slumber.
"Oh, great." Jack rolled his eyes in frustration.
"It is too!" Barbossa said to Jack, pointing at her.
"I never said she wasn't!" Jack shouted a little too loud.
"Jack? What's-" Angelica was now fully awake and sat up with Jack. She suddenly noticed Barbossa, and yelled with anger, "YOU! You're the one who poisoned my father!"
Jack grabbed her arm as she charged to her feet when Barbossa told her, "Yes, that was me. And that was a good fifteen years ago, so forget about it!" He turned back, "C'mon, Scrum, let's go."
"Wait!" Jack cried, struggling to his feet. Angelica was already stomping out of the cave after them, "What are you even doing here? No, wait, how did you find this place?"
"Simple," Barbossa said, gathering the rest of his crew together outside, "Singapore."
"Um...sorry?"
"That's where we met a man named Nathaniel Coldwood. We both found out about the legendary Seven Jewels. His crew headed out before us, and I knew what kind of man he was: Power-hungry, only wanting fame and to be feared by all. I also knew deep down no man should have control over the seas, so that is why we are here, to destroy the Jewels."
"And to get the diamond chest which they rest in!" Scrum said excitedly, "Also, Coldwood did some mighty damage to the Queen Anne's Revenge when we met each other in the Atlantic, and we want to get even!"
"Excellent! Coldwood and us aren't exactly on good terms either! Perhaps we could tag along-" Jack began to offer, hardly managing to keep up with Barbossa as he lead his crew through the jungle.
"Oh, no! I am not travelling with this murderer!" Angelica cut off, walking behind Jack.
"And you want to face millions of blood-thirsty monkeys again? Alone?" Jack asked her. She glared at him but didn't respond.
"Look, Jack," Barbossa put a hand on his shoulder, "You know I would love to have you along, but it's just..."
"What? Her?" He guestured at Angelica, who most of Barbossa's crew was eyeing at now, "I'll take care of her! Besides, she promises she won't be any trouble, right love?"
Angelica scoffed and crossed her arms, "I guess not. As long as he doesn't tempt me to stab him in the heart!" She pointed at Barbossa.
"Trust me, miss, I have more important things to do than torment you." Barbossa said to her, stepping over a fallen tree branch, "and I also just realized that you, Jack, are no use to me and on how to get to the Jewels if you even do come along."
"Ah," Jack held up a single finger, "but I do have this with this!" He pulled out his compass, which had been in his coat pocket.
Angelica's jaw dropped, "You had that the ENTIRE time and you didn't TELL ME?" She shouted, angrily.
"It didn't work the last time I tried it!" Jack protested.
"Then why would it work now?" Barbossa asked, stopping next to where the palm trees weren't as thick.
Jack shrugged, standing beside him, "Here, try it out." He tossed the compass and Barbossa caught it with the hand that wasn't resting on his sword. Angelica, Jack, and the rest of the crew all leaned forward slightly as he opened it. The red arrow was spinning out of control, no surprise to Jack.
Barbossa scoffed and closed it after staring at it for a minute. "This is worthless."
"Oh, give it to me!" Angelica demanded, snatching it out of the pirate's hand and holding it in her own. She opened it, and everyone leaned in again, including Barbossa. She stared at the spinning arrow calmly and completely still. Jack was about to say to forget about it and close it for her.
But then the arrow stopped. It pointed a little off to their left. "There!" Angelica pointed along with the compass, "Jason's that way!"
"Who?" Everyone but Jack asked in unison.
"I'll explain later," Jack told them, "but I suggest we follow her, or stay here and be eaten by savage monkeys."
Barobossa caught his shoulder gruffly, "And is this 'Jason' going to get us to the Jewels?" He hissed in Jack's ear.
"My dear Hector," Jack said, "don't worry! We'll get there! And obviously the compass works! I suggest we find where Angelica has charged off to, or otherwise we might not get the compass back." Smashing of the jungle floor could be heard slowly fading away.
"Ugh. Very well." Barbossa shoved him away, "But if you don't help us get to those bloody Jewels soon, Jack, yer gonna regret ever stumbling across us." His crew nodded in agreement.
"Absolutely." Jack smiled, then turned around, "Uh...Angelica?" he called out.
"Over here, Jack!" She called out from somewhere in the thicket of palm trees. Quickly, all the pirates rushed after her, not wanting to loose the only thing that could lead them to the legendary treasure.
A/N: I feel so bad! It took me forever to post this chapter, and I'm so sorry! *dips head in shame*
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