Short and sweet. I felt like I needed to have sort of "calm before the storm" chapter before the big action and suspense really starts to kick in in chapter nine. It was great to portray Jack and Angelica to pure; with no complications between them, but this marks the end of all that beautiful fun. I realise I have left this update delayed, but I spent several days arguing with my mind as whether or not to write a Sherlock Holmes fanfiction, so my mind was reeling off ideas and storyboards faster than I could keep up. Thankyou for all the reviews guys, they are very much appreciated.
~Chapter Eight~
"Something just doesn't seem right." Jack stated glumly, as he entered the room and dropped himself down into the nearest chair. Angelica silently shut the door behind her, subconsciously running a hand through her hair before turning to him. "What doesn't seem right?" She questioned, sitting down to face Jack, her back resting on the wooden frame of the bed. Jack thought for a moment before answering. "Surely someone must have thought to record the location." Angelica nodded in acknowledgement. "But don't forget Jack, the Spanish don't get involved in the supernatural." She continued. He trusted her judgement, for who better to ask about the colonisations and explorations of the seas by the Spanish than a Spaniard herself.
"If someone was to make an account of the venture, that book wouldn't likely be around now. They would have burned it, and the writers along with it." Jack straightened up. "That would mean-" "There would be no way of finding it." Angelica finished off. She bit her lip in contemplation. "Unless, a survivor passed it on, and the account taken outside of Spain." Jack considered this, bringing his hands up to animate himself. "Where would it be taken? Somewhere associated with the legend for sure." Jack had little hope at narrowing that down, as the legend was well-known pirate folklore, recited all over the world, ever since he was a boy, although no one had ever had the nerve to pursue it.
"Hispainola?" Angelica piped up suddenly, abruptly halting Jack's train of thought. Jack thought about it, but still couldn't see what Hispainola would have to do with the legend. "Saint Dominique…" Angelica muttered, mostly to herself. Jack brought his attention back on topic. "What?" But Angelica did not merit him an answer for some time. Saint Dominique. Why did that seem like a likely location? She wracked her brains, trying to remember where she had read about it. That was when it hit her. "Of course. Saint Dominique! The Aztec temple!" Angelica jumped up quickly. Looking over at Jack, she realised he hadn't the faintest idea what Angelica had stumbled upon. "Jack, don't you realise?" She continued excitedly, moving to sit on the window ledge. Jack looked utterly bewildered. "The temple. The Aztec temple." Jack finally caught on, realising her suggestion. "So you're saying, the location might be in the Aztec temple." Angelica tried to resist the temptation to toll her eyes. "Yes." Angelica replied. "It's a possibility anyway. A start." Jack smiled. At least it was something.
"Jack, what if it wasn't a mortal…" "Knowing the location." She added hastily. It was a good point. Of course the Gods knew the location, they were the ones that cursed the treasure in the first place. But was it possible that other non-mortal beings knew the location? Jack couldn't be sure. He doubted it he could ever come into contact with one anyway. To come across the undead was quite a rarity. However, he thought of something. Or someone to be specific. The greatest mystic in the Caribbean. Of course- Tia Dalma! How could that have slipped his mind? She wasn't exactly mortal herself. There was a high chance she knew much more than he did about the treasure. Jack thought paying Tia Dalma a visit could be very beneficial, and made a mental note to raise that question to Barbossa. Jack's mind whizzed with the possibilities. It was something, something to go on.
Silence fell between the pair, as tiredness began to settle over them. Angelica moved her elbows up to rest on her knees; resting her jaw. She directed her gaze back over to the window. The illumination from the towns' lanterns had long died out; allowing the luminescent moonlight to stream into the window. She watched as Jack lit the candle placed it centrally on the table, and slumped back down in the chair. He watched her intently, as her eyelids began to slowly droop. Angelica tried to stifle a yawn, as she lifted herself up onto he elbows and dragged her weight onto the bed. Jack watched as she turned her back to him, but did not bother to get under the covers. With a smug expression on his face, mirroring his intentions, he climbed onto the bed, bringing himself to hover over her. The mattress dipped at the extra weight, as he pressed his body against hers. He brought his hand up to her waist, finding the soft material of her shirt, and slipping his hand inside to make direct contact to her skin. Angelica gasped slightly, but kept her face hidden from Jack. "You cannot make me…" She whispered, her thick accent hitting him in all the right places. She tried to remain stationary, and ignore the urge to pull him closer. God, she was so tempting when she tried not to be. Jack felt he couldn't help himself. Jack moved his hand across her stomach; effectively pinning her in place. Angelica tried to back away, but he only moved closer. Her constant wriggling moving against his groin was driving Jack mad. Angelica paused for a moment. All that really mattered was how gentle he was with her. Angelica felt Jack making small circles on her stomach, as she tried to resist giggling from the sensation. Jack moved her hair from covering her face. She wasn't sure how much longer she could resist him. Especially like this. Angelica moved her head up to face him, as she studied his eyes. She could of sworn they had become several shades darker. Jack moved in a little, keeping his eyes on hers. Angelica tried to memorise his features. Ever so slowly, she brought her lips to his. She let the flow of sensations rush over her; taking a stable hold of all thoughts and feelings. For every embrace, Jack remained surprised she let him touch her. Jack knew his chance with her was hanging by a thread, and that every time she smiled against her mouth was some kind of confirmation of something deeper than just physical passion. Angelica savoured all those emotions in that one embrace. Angelica felt tiredness beginning to take precedence over desire; pulling back from the kiss. Jack settled down, lying mostly on top of her. To the sounds of the street and the creeks of the convent, the pair of them gradually fell into the state of sleep.
It was a lovely sight to anyone to see it. The pair made a convincing depiction of two naïve kids filled with passions that would surely fade against the test of time. However for Jack and Angelica it was something quite different. Something stronger.
~End of Chapter Eight~
Aw. I think that ending was just a little bit on the cute side. Anyhow, I hope you're enjoying this story. Hard to imagine when I began this fanfiction I would acquire over 50 reviews and some really lovely messages over just seven chapters, so I thank you for that. I have chapter nine finished already, so I shall be sure to get my act together and post that swiftly.
Have any feedback? I would be delighted to hear it. Hugs.