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Chapter 3: Hypnotic Glances and Broken Silences

The next morning, Angelica ideally would have awoken to the gorgeous natural sounds of Tortuga as it was always so quiet and fresh due to the rowdy pirates sleeping off their hangovers. Or she wouldn't have even minded (which she knew there was less chance of), if she'd woken up to the deep, hoarse voice of Captain Jack Sparrow.

Unfortunately though, this was Captain Jack Sparrow she was with. So her ideal fantasy was never going to become existent... ever.

Instead of being cooed by his wonderful voice, she was rudely disturbed by the wooden door flinging open, hinge creaking violently as it hit the wall and stayed there.

Angelica scowled and rubbed her eyes, hearing the sound of Jack's curses as he (from what she'd gathered) roughly tugged something heavy - or reluctant - into the rented room.

"Bugger! Bugger bugger bugger!"

She groaned, cracking her eyes open, annoyingly having to face a rush of unwanted sunlight and the blurry outline (she was still tired) of a frustrated pirate.

"What are you doing?" she asked lightly, not finding her fury yet as she was still too damn tired.

Jack let out a high pitched noise from his surprise and stopped struggling with whatever he was doing."Ay? Er... me? Nothin' darlin'." he replied shortly, turning back to the object he was pulling in order to whisper something crude to it.

Angelica rolled her eyes, stretched up her aching arms and sat up over the covers. Now that she could see more clearly, she saw that he had his back facing her, forcefully tugging on a rope made from malting animal hair; If Jack took a few more steps back, she knew he'd end up bumping into the bed... and probably falling onto her - Not something she wanted to deal with right now.

"For god's sake!" she screeched, now finding her anger as the exhaustion passed. "Just tell me what you are doing before I find out myself -"

Her eyes widened and she watched him in confusion.

"Gotcha!" he cried victoriously, giving the rope one last pull, revealing what was on the other end of the rope.

Angelica blinked. And then frowned in bewildered frustration.

A goat.

No. Not a goat.

Some goats.

Jack, with a clumsy smile on his lips, tied his end of the rope tightly to the iron leg of Angelica's bed, eyes on her.

"Mornin'!" he greeted her casually, as if nothing was surreal; her eyes ignited with irritation and annoyance. "Apologies f'waking ye. There was no other way of gettin' 'em in here."

She blinked a few more times in confusion, deep seductive eyes widening.

"Why... Why have you... brought goats in here?!"

He took a step closer, his smile falling.

"I need the Pearl back, don't I?"

"And how will three goats win back your beloved?"

"Well, it's worth a try."

"No its not-"

"Captain! I be present with the trumpet!" a familiar voice interrupted, Gibbs making himself known by rushing into the room. He held a pouring hourglass in his other hand, although he seemed to be more proud of having a trumpet, as they were harder to come by.

"Ay, finally Gibbs!" Jack replied, grinning inanely as he turned his body to face his first mate, seemingly losing interest in Angelica. "Ye didn't steal it, did you?"

Gibbs opened and closed his mouth a few times, narrowing his eyes in thought, "Eh... borrowed, shall we say."

Jack smirked, motioning his head over to the goats, who were now chewing the side of the mattress, and quite enjoying it. His friend nodded his head, smiling and opened his mouth to say something -

"What are the two of you planning on doing with... that?!" Angelica butted in, their little ingenious scheme now foiled by the lady's input. "What do you possibly think, or wish that you would gain from all of this?!"

An eerie, awkward silence sliced the room in half. One half was furious, yet amused which was the side Angelica was on. The other half was drained of hope, and now quite a saddened atmosphere which was the side where the male pirates were present.

The two men looked at each other, eyeing one another childishly - as if they were secretly exchanging their thoughts just by their glances.

"The Pearl," they eventually replied, in unison.

Angelica didn't show how hilarious she truly found the two of them, and instead let out a half growl, half sigh and prised herself up from her lying position on the bed.

"Have you heard yourselves? You're idiots! Now for god's sake, I will get your heap of wood out for you Jack, before I kill one of you."

Jack swallowed, drew a line in the air across his throat, with the tip of his finger, widening his eyes at Gibbs. He then dropped the odd emotion and swivelled his body around to face her, plastering a huge, joyous smile on his mouth.

"Ye be needin' to give that trumpet back Gibbs." he said, talking to his first mate behind him, rather than the Latin blooded beauty he gazed upon before him.

"Aye, and then I'll be gatherin' the crew together. I rounded 'em up last night. They'll be ready fer inspection whenever ye be ready to set sail Cap'n."

Jack grunted in response, wafting his hand towards his friend's direction, still staring at Angelica who had now noticed that he was somehow mesmerized by her.

Taking the gesture of Jack's hand as his dismissal, Gibbs ran out of the door behind him without another word, forgetting to shut the door on his way out due to the fact his hands were full.

Jack moved closer to Angelica, sitting down on the edge of the bed, next to where she was sat; He couldn't bring himself to skim his eyes off her, it was like if he looked away for one second, her perfection would just rust and decay... and be gone forever. Yet he knew that it would always be there, haunting him to a point of enchanted oblivion.

"Thank you," he whispered, feeling as if his rogue personality was ripped out of him and hung up in the air until he felt lifeless and light headed. One of the goats trotted subtly around to the side of the bed that he and Angelica occupied. It looked at Jack for a moment and then nuzzled his leg, but he didn't seem to realize.

Angelica nodded, sliding herself nearer to him so they sat side by side, shoulders touching.

"We had a deal Jack, I could never go against that."

He frowned in thought, nodding just as she had to him - and in that moment he'd just noticed how close she'd gotten...

The goat made a weird baa-like noise, making Jack turn his attention from the woman who was driving his senses mad. It began chewing on the leg of his trousers, and Jack let out a childish girl-like yelp as he yanked himself away from the animal.

Angelica smirked, shaking her head with amusement.

He cleared his throat, ignoring the teeth mark in his bottoms and looked awkwardly back at her.

"Er... I be leavin' the goats as payment f'the room." he decided quickly, their eyes meeting again, the strange pulling feeling emitting from her coming over him again.

"I mean, we don' need them creatures anyway," he continued emptily, in a trancelike state as he focused on her eyes. "They'd jus' slow us down. And there be rumours of our one legged avenger makin' port 'ere in a few days. Or maybe less."

"Don't be so worried Jack," she breathed, face nearing his own which made his breath shorten and catch silently in his throat.

"I...won't." he replied quietly and hesitantly, his brown pools lowering to explore her pouty lips.

She noticed his change in glance, and took advantage of it. She leaned her body in closer, staring longingly at his averted brown-maroon orbs - she wished he was just look back, just so they could get lost in one another once again.

She neared him even more, and soon, her tender pink lips brushed over his own smooth, wonderful ones.

Jack's eyes widened with shock and he instantly broke out of his intoxication because of her brash action. She looked disappointedly at him, yet he didn't notice as he'd looked back down to the goat by his feet.

You've let her in again now...

"I think we should make a move," he said, breaking the solid silence. "Er... as in we should move away from 'ere. I meant that one, not the other meanin'..."

You know you want to though, he thought, wishing over and over he'd just let her move that little bit further... and he'd forget about everything. But he knew that in a way, the near kiss was a decoy - she was stalling him for the Pearl, or that's what he thought.

She looked down at her feet and huffed.

She'd played the waiting game for long enough.

Now was the time she'd let Jack have his Black Pearl.

But she knew that their upstanding deal would not last with him. He would say he forgot or... it would mysteriously 'expire'.

No. It wouldn't happen this time.

This deal was for life. She wouldn't go without a fight.

The Black Pearl would be back soon.

And so would those deep, engraved feelings for Jack she'd purposely cut out of her thoughts.

She was sure he had them for her too.

That was her plan of action - Give him the Pearl, get in his good books... entice him every now and then... and then without supposing it to him, she would collect personal proof to decide if those feelings were truly there.

For once, this plan would work.

And Captain Jack Sparrow would be hers.

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