Greatest apologies! It's been forever! I'm sorry; I've been sososo busy. I've been sick, had a geography camp, my birthday, a shitload of schoolwork, and then I went off to Sydney to study filmmaking for a week, and never quite got into writing mode. Anyhow, here is the next chapter. Expect another update within the week or thereabouts as I'm on holidays and will probably write heaps.

Disclaimer: Seriously? If I owned POTC, I would have made a much better fourth film.

~ Chapter Eleven~

The thud of the iron doors being shut and locked behind them was even more taunting than the roars and jeers of the crowd they had been paraded past. Angelica closed her eyes for a minute, swallowing hard as she did so. She succumbed to the bitterness that had so threatened to engulf her hope, as it crushed her to shattering pieces.

Jack gazed feverishly around the room, noting that the stone floor and walls and iron bar gates were very similar to every other jail cell he had ever found himself in. His mind prepared itself to plan and execute an escape strategy, but as he laid eyes on his first mate Barbossa, he knew there was no escape for them now. "Jaack." Croaked Barbossa softly. Jack scanned his appearance. Although he was never the most dapper pirate, he looked most certainly worse. His eyes had gained heavy black bags, and his face was caked in a thick layer of grime. Jack forced a smile, though it was hardly convincing. "Hector." He muttered in response. "Nay!" Barbossa was quick to rebuttle. "It's Billy now. Billy Vandenbruck." He instructed. Jack gave a nod. For having such grim prospects ahead of him, Barbossa never let his demeanour drop.

Jack turned his attention back to Angelica, and felt nothing but guilt for what he had done. He felt an undeniable sense of responsibility, and wished he had the capacity to fix it, only he knew he didn't. Jack wondered about if it had never happened, if he had been tipped off to another library that night and none of this had ever taken place. Despite how much he knew that would have been to Angelica's benefit, he didn't regret meeting her. He didn't regret seducing her, nothing. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure he had seduced her. When he thought about it, she had wanted to whole-heartedly. In any sake, he had not fully corrupted her, although she was probably facing a death penalty because of him…

His thoughts trailed off, as he watched her silently. She refused to turn and face him, but he was sure she could see him out of the corner of his eye. Jack would have liked to have said something, but they were both enough in the dark as it was. Jack heaved a sigh, and sat down next to his first mate. Jack kept his head down, thinking of what he could do. He would have liked to cross the distance between him and her and wipe the trail of blood off her cheek, but he didn't' dare. "Shouldn't bring a lass into this, Jack. Won't be long before she goes off her head." Jack shot him a look, but didn't bother to comment. Jack reserved himself to that of a small child, trying to make himself invisible. He didn't quite manage that of course, so he made do with keeping his mouth shut.

Angelica began to fretfully pace back and forth, slowly, and gradually adding to the pace at every turn. Jack watched her. She began to mutter mostly to herself, before she slowly raised her voice. "¿Qué vamos a hacer ahora.." Jack listened carefully, grateful that Barbossa could not understand her words. "Jack, ¿qué podemos hacer?" "Nunca podré volver a lo que sé…todo se ha ido! todo!" Her voice was shrill and thick with detestation, and Jack knew she was frightened, and this was her way of showing it. He would have acted the same, if he had not been in this position countless times before. "Ya no queda nada para mí!" She cried, as her harsh eyes began to soften as the moisture began to build up in them. Jack finally raised his head at the sound of her distressed voice, as she searched his eyes for hope. However, he found himself with none.

"Hey! Cállate, puta!" A guard shouted. Angelica's words seemed to die within the constraints of her throat. "Yo no soy tal cosa!" She spat back at him. Jack jumped up as the guard moved to open the lock. Angelica took several steps back, as she felt her hand brush against Jack's. He yanked her back, as they both hit the back of the cell with an audible thump. Jack wrapped his hand around hers, and make sure the guard could not see. He pushed open the door, and eyed her intensely. He lowered his voice, so it was hardly a whisper across the room. ""Será mejor que no hables así, cuando el Sr. Hernández viene de visita. ¿Quién sabe lo que sus métodos son ..."

Angelica felt a flurry of dread soak through her being, as her mind registered what exactly might be in store for her. She had hoped to not be separated from Jack, but now she felt weak, as though she may be in mortal danger without his assistance. As much as she hated the thought of it, she knew this wasn't really her choice. She felt comforted by the warmth of his hand wrapped around hers, and didn't pull away. Her eyes remained transfixed on the guard as he locked the door behind him. Jack moved his head down to her ear, but she did not budge. "What was that?" He whispered softly. He watched as the moisture in her eyes renewed, but she did not let it spill. "Nothing." She offhanded. Jack knew a lie when he saw one, and right now Angelica was as transparent as rain. She wished she wasn't, but she couldn't help it. She felt like she could collapse in a heap on the stone floor if Jack hadn't taken her hand. She felt Jack's eyes on her, and for once, was grateful for it.

Barbossa watched the pair from his position. There was something between them. Something that he felt he couldn't quite pinpoint. The ability to communicate without talking wasn't a trait easily mutually shared between a pair, but it played out right in front of his eyes. He knew Jack well, and knew Jack had gotten himself too deep into whatever this was. In a way, Barbossa wanted to like what he saw. In another, it struck him that this wasn't good for business. This was emotional. That combination shouldn't mix.

Angelica moved to sit down, and Jack went with her. Barbossa eyed them, before reaching into a compartment beneath his coat. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the guard was safetly out of sight, before revealing a shiny knife. He slid it across the floor to Angelica's feet. She stared down at it, not wanting to accept it. She never imagined she would ever have to carry a knife. Eventually, Jack picked the knife up. He reached down to the frayed material of her shirt, and lifted it up slightly to reveal the flesh of Angelica's stomach. He ripped his sash into two pieces, tying one around her waist and stowing the knife inside it. He pulled her top down to make sure it was undetectable by the guards. The cold of the blade hit her warm skin with the strangest sensation of brutal survival. She looked up curiously at Jack, surprised that pirates were capable of bonding through instinctual survival. He smiled weakly back, before continuing to watch for the guards outline as it paced by in the darkness of dusk.

The time passed uneasily in the cold cell. Barbossa kept himself occupied, watching over Jack and Angelica and annoying the guard whenever the opportunity presented itself. It had been hours, and Angelica had eventually succumbed to fatigue and rested her head on Jack's shoulder. A tiny smirk was visible in the corner of his mouth, as Angelica began to shut her eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep. Jack's eyes darted between the bars and the window, searching for an escape idea that never came. Barbossa eventually piped up. "She's very pretty." Jack smirked a little, subconsciously directing a glance over Angelica, nodding in agreement. "What do you plan on doing with her?" The happiness drained from Jack's face. "I don't know." He wished he could have provided a better response, as being captain he prided himself on being one step ahead of everyone, but the fact was; he didn't. He had no idea what he was doing. He had no plan, no escape route, nothing. Even his composure was hanging by a thread. Even though Jack tried not to show it, Barbossa saw he was scared. Jack was young, and he would learn, eventually. "We'll get out of this, Jack." The words of reassurance resonated through his mind, as he absorbed them to keep his thoughts at bay.

The sound of footsteps slowly walking on the stone floor could be heard. It caught both Jack's and Barbossa's attention. The came closer and closer, but the dark had set in, and it was impossible to see a form from the distance. The person gradually came up to the bars, revealing a pair of powerful green eyes that shone in the low light. Jack and Barbossa could make out the outline of his messy hair, and that was it. The guard began to jangle the keys, as Jack shook Angelica awake. She adjusted her vision, before freezing up against the wall at those unhinging, unnerving eyes. The guard opened the door, and the man entered. He was tall and messy, with his uniform ruffled and unkempt. A grin was plastered onto his face, as he raised a finger and beckoned Angelica. She refused to move, only watching the figure that hovered above her with piercing green eyes that haunted her even when she wasn't looking into them. Jack moved to get up and confront the man physically, but caught Barbossa's governing gaze and decided against it. He knew he was currently utterly helpless. After several seconds, the man moved suddenly and grabbed Angelica's wrist harshly. She resisted, but was no match for his tight grip. Jack moved to pull her back down to him, but the man quickly yanked her up to her feet. "No lo hagas. No...no. ¡Vamos!" Angelica yelled, but the man dragged her out of the cell, into the darkness.

Jack could hear no more, and in a way, it was more painful than hearing her screams.

~End of Chapter Eleven~

Aha, I leave you hanging. Not for long though, so check back real soon. Thanks for all the support guys. To all those who are enjoying the backstory, me too! I could probably make like, 2 films out of all this once I'm done. Bye for now. xx