So here we go, the next chapter. This marks the real beginning of the story. I didn't bother with a fill in chapter between the first and second chapters on purpose. I will make connections through the fourth and fifth chapters. I plan to continue this story, I have a detailed storyline mapped out, which would be well over ten chapters, if I receive enough positive feedback; I shall upload them. Just a quick note, "novitiate" is a term given to a nun to be, one that hasn't yet given their vowels.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor any characters affiliated with the franchise.
~Chapter Two~
The guards patrolled the streets with great vigilance. Everything apart from the pirate port was held to high standards of civil behaviour. Not a single outlaw, let alone pirate would want to be caught dead in this strictly upheld area. Captain Jack Sparrow followed the path, with his hat dipped down to catch the rain and to shadow his identity. Slipping occasionally into alleyways and dark corners when a stray missionary marched past in the cobblestoned street, he winded his way up to the high domed building at the top of the hilly incline. Rain had started to pour down, and the remaining moon crest dipped behind a storm cloud. There would be no sailing on The Black Pearl tonight.
Jack crept into part of the large domed building and climbed down from atop the window ledge, onto a high bookcase, with his boots fortunately muting his landing onto the wooden flooring. Squinting through his coal-rounded eyes, he glanced curiously around at his surroundings. To his surprise, it was not entirely in darkness. A light flickered down from a nearby passage, faintly illuminating the many halls of the great library. Wary at the possibility of human presence, his body stiffened, and reacted by drawing his blade, keeping it close to his person. Stealthily, he crept towards the centre of the building.
Guided by the faint illumination, Jack scanned the passageways; briefly stopping any time he heard slight sounds of movement. Drawing his attention, he located a passage brimming with dated manuscripts piled high as the eye could see. Gleaming at his find, he hastily began his laborious search. His ears pricked. The slight sound of page-turnings could be heard close to where he was searching. Jack instinctively backed himself up against the bookcase, his sword held close to his chest. He listened cautiously, ready to confront his foe. He expected a Spanish missionary, probably armed, but easy work for Jack.
Prepared, he swiftly turned on his heel into the next aisle, raised his sword, and pushed his victim roughly up against the shelves. He laid eyes on someone very opposite to what he had been expecting. A young woman stood before him, thick brown wavy locks cascaded down past her shoulders, her body bronzed and her lips parted. Brown eyes the size of orbs glared directly at him. Jack was taken aback by unintentionally threatening such an innocent young woman, conscientiously lowering his sword.
She stood frozen, backed up against the shelves of the great hall with nothing more protecting her than and old, large, binded manuscript imprinted with the words: "The journeys, discoveries and treasures of Cortez" in gold roman font, across the front, surprisingly in English letters. He grinned, showing his gold tooth. Moving his gaze back to her, her eyes had remained fixed on his, staring at him and appearing most infuriated by Jack's presence. She had not attempted to move a muscle, so he seized his opportunity to be civil towards the young woman.
"Curious for a woman to be alone at this time of night, even curiouser for said woman to be learned in English." Jack spoke quietly as not to arouse suspicion by the nearby guards. For a second, she remained silent, before responding. "Not as curious as a pirate sneaking around and threating young novitiates." Her voice was thick with Spanish accent, with slight mispronunciations of the English language. She writhed against Jack, and he allowed her to free from his grasp. Jack discarded this. "What's your name?" Asked Jack intrigued by the woman.
Gathering her possessions together, she was tentative to respond. "What's it to you?" she said, lowering her eyes to avoid contact. After a brief silence, Jack smirked a little and took the liberty to browse at the surrounding books and manuscripts, lightly flicking his sword in his other hand, casually continuing conversation. Despite the fact Jack no longer had her backed up against a bookcase, she felt obliged to stay in his presence. She eyed him watchfully, taking not of his flamboyant appearance. "You have something I find of interest, and I think it polite to know the possessor's name…. before I steal it off them" He added haughtily. "I possess nothing." She stated, before grasping the book and turning back to take her leave.
Jack was cunning, and was not willing to let this woman get away without a fight, and pursued another tactic more suited to feminine wiles. Without a sound, he blew out the lantern, throwing the halls into a sudden darkness. She stopped, suddenly in fear of being in the presence of a threatening pirate in total darkness. "What do you want?" She called, having no idea where exactly he was. Her voice was shaky, and she desperately wanted to remove herself from the pirate's presence. In an attempt to scare the woman, Jack reacted quickly.
Sheathing his sword, he roughly grabbed her arms and forced her back into the bookcase, causing her to bump her head upon the shelf. Aggravated, she tried to escape his grip, feeling the pirate's close proximity to her. Moonlight alone could not illuminate his features, but she could feel his breath down her neck. Her pulse quickened, breathing laboured, causing her chest to rise and fall in response, as she pushed herself as far back from the pirate as possible, turning her head slightly over to the side, to avoid contact. Jack lowered his face a little closer, allowing his scraggly braided beard to tickle her cheek. She resisted, jerking her head back to evade interaction. And without much thought as justification for his actions, he captured her soft lips in his.
She froze, as though some overpowering force prevented her from moving. For a second, she contemplated striking back at him, though she felt rooted to the spot, her will to escape quickly diminished within the sensation. A surge of desire coursed through her veins, causing her to shiver. Completely lost in the rush of sensation, she tentatively responded. She was unsure of herself, but let her primitive urges take hold of her. Despite the fact she was being held at the will of some pirate, she had no fear. Slackening her grip on "The journeys, discoveries and treasures of Cortez", Jack seized his opportunity. Slowly and carefully, he reached to pry the book out of her hands. She quickly reacted, seizing the book out of his grasp and brashly hitting it against him. He ducked, avoiding the blow. Managing to escape his hold, she slipped out of his clutch. Angered, she spat at him a string of Spanish expletives in harsh tones: "Es asqueroso, hijo de puta manipuladora!" {You filthy, conniving bastard!}
"I didn't understand a word of that" Jack replied smugly, thus encouraging her fiery temper. She gave an expression of horror towards Jack. "Argh. " She responded, before hurriedly exiting down the hall into the main passage. "Tell me one last thing, and I shall not hassle you again." He called, his voice echoing lightly in the vastness of the halls. The woman slowed her pace, eager to assure her discontinuation of her association with the pirate; softly replying, "What do you want to know?" After a brief silence came Jack's deep voice calling into the blackness. "Your name." He countered, quite matter-of-factly. She was hesitant to respond, although could not however imply a reason how the pirate's knowledge of her name would in any way help him get his hands onto the manuscript. "Angelica." She replied. Jack grinned into the dead of night, with no more sounds to be heard than the heavy rain pounding onto the ceramic domed ceiling of the building. As far as Jack was concerned, his visit was incredibly successful. Not only had he located the very manuscript he set out to, he knew he was capable of manipulating her, and possibly in more ways than one.
~End of Chapter Two~
This is the way I wanted to structure the Jack and Angelica meeting, I realise it is vastly different from how many other fanfictions interpret it, but please, no hate. This is how my imagination sees it. I hope I pulled this off tastefully enough, I did not wish to rush Angelica's corruption.
Thankyou for reading, I would love to hear your thoughts.