Ok, thanks to whoever offered the idea with smashing the bottles to get the Pearl out. Also, I know some of you asked if Philip and Serena could be included into the story. I don't know. It seems like a little too much in one story, and also I didn't like them as a couple that much (I'm not that romantic). Sorry. But I said I might include Elizabeth (Actually am working on how to do it). Anyways, here's the new chapter – enjoy and review ;)
Chapter 3. Tortuga.
"Jack, I'm having a thought here," Gibbs started, hurrying after Jack, the glass bottles stolen from Blackbeard's ship clattering in the bag over his shoulder. "About the Pearl."
"Aye?" Jack turned to Gibbs.
"That ritual you told me of…required to retrieve the Pearl from the bottle?" he paused. "What if there is no ritual required, aye?" the Irishman looked at Jack. "What if all we need to do is smash the bottle and the Pearl be free to sail?"
"Smash the bottle?" Jack looked puzzled. "But Angelica told me of specific ritual."
"I already told ye," Gibbs said looking annoyed. "That woman cannot be trusted. Besides, why would Blackbeard tell her of the ritual? Why trust her with a secret?"
"Aye," Jack rubbed his chin. "Blackbeard trusted no one, not even his own daughter…But," Jack continued waving his arms as he went. "He did tell her of the Fountain! And that be more of a secret than sheepy ships in glassy glass bottles. Savvy?"
"But even if there was a ritual," Gibbs interrupted dragging Jack forward. "Why would she tell ye of it when you could've easily stolen the Pearl and run off?"
"But I didn't!" Jack frowned at Gibbs.
"Well, how did she know ye wouldn't?" Gibbs exclaimed. "Ye'r a hard man to predict!"
"Aye, there's truth in it," Jack agreed. "So, are you implying that Angelica lied to me 'bout the ritual to get me help?"
"Aye!" Gibbs practically yelled, relieved that Jack was finally heading in the right direction.
"No need to shout, Mr. Gibbs!" Jack eyed him angrily.
"Aye, sir," Gibbs replied. "But what I'm getting at," he led Jack off to the side as they were walking down the street of Tortuga and there was a big group of drunken sailors on their way yelling some song on top of their lungs. "Is that there's no ritual at all and that woman simply made it up to trick ye."
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Jack finished.
"Aye, and that woman was furious."
"She was, indeed."
"So I say," Gibbs lifted the bag off his shoulder, opened it, and got out a bottle. "We smash the bottle right here and right now, and let be done with it!" Gibbs raised the bottle high over his head and was about to throw it on the ground with all his might when Jack yanked it away from him.
"Oi!" he yelled. "What are you doing? Not the Pearl! What if it doesn't work and you break my ship into pieces? Did ye think of that?"
Gibbs paused, then nodded and fished out another bottle.
"What say you 'bout this one?"
"That's the one from the British fleet," Jack made a face at Gibbs. "Bleh!"
Gibbs carefully rubbed the glass and studied the bottle, squinting.
"What're ye waiting for now?" Jack bellowed. "Do it!"
Gibbs lifted the bottle up, took a deep breath, and threw it hard on the ground. The bottle crashed with a loud bang, glass pieces shattering, and the water pouring out onto the wooden sidewalk. The tiny ship hit the ground hard, and….smashed into pieces. Jack and Gibbs stood there watching the water evaporating quickly.
"Now what?" Gibbs finally broke the silence. Jack sighed heavily, lifted the bag off the ground and handed it to Mr. Gibbs.
"Now, we go, find a bloody goat, and try the ritual again!" he declared and continued down the street, gesturing widely as if talking to someone who wasn't there.
Angelica stood, her back against the rails, looking out at sea. The water was calm and everything was quiet. She'd been up all night and it was almost sunrise. From where she stood, she could hear sailors snoring. Although Barbosa offered her his cabin, she chose to live, and work with the crew, who did not know who she really was, of course. And at night, when everyone else was asleep, Angelica came out onto the deck and watched the waves crush against the ship, breathing in sea air. In a few hours they would arrive to Tortuga and then…Then what? She didn't know. Barbosa was right about her father. She couldn't bring him back no matter how many men she killed. She wasn't even sure she wanted such a father anymore. So why was she after Jack? Because I have no one else to go to. Her father was dead, her mother gone time ago. She had no friends or home. She was free and on her own. And what am I going to do exactly when I find him? There was no doubt he'd be in Tortuga, drinking and telling people of his adventures. He probably had some women awaiting him there. All for nothing. Angelica smiled at the thought. She was once one of those women, waiting for him, expecting him to be there for her, but he ran off like any free-spirited man would. He didn't love her, so what was she going to tell him? What makes you think he's not going to run away again? Angelica knew the answer to that. Her hand involuntarily slid into her pocket where she kept the voodoo doll. She took it out and studied the little Jack in her hand. She wasn't sure exactly how it worked, but she had seen her father torture many unfortunate souls with such things. She knew that any pain done to a doll Jack would feel. Suddenly, she wanted to try. Usually voodoo magic required spells, but Captain Teach was a master and him saying the spell once, the dolls could be used for a long time. She'd never done anything like that before, but it seemed so easy watching Blackbeard do it. Just get a knife and poke it. Angelica smirked at the thought of Jack's expression when her father used magic on him. It was cruel, of course, but Jack had brought so much pain to her soul that he deserved a little punishment. I am not going to torture him, just play, she thought.
Jack sat in the dock watching ships sail away. He longed to be on one of those ships. Free to go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wished. But he couldn't because his own ship was stuck in a glass bottle. Mr. Gibbs had gone off to find the man with a goat and was probably dead drunk already. Jack was surprisingly sick of Tortuga: loud music, drunken sailors, and annoying prostitutes. All he wanted was to feel the sea breeze on his face again and hear the waves crush.
"Bloody stupid Angelica with her ritual…." Jack cursed out loud. "Bloody stupid Mr. Gibbs and his bloody stupid go..o…oh!" he yelped for he felt something very sharp had just poked his chest.
"Where did that come from?" he muttered.
Meanwhile, Angelica was sitting on her hammock laughing. The thought of Jack suffering from strange pains amused her. After poking the doll with her knife a few times she realized she wanted to try more, but was afraid to cause Jack real pain. He probably didn't even feel anything, she thought to herself lighting a candle. I'll just try one more trick. With that, she held the doll over the candle, fire licking its back.
"Bugger!" Jack exclaimed when he felt as if his bottom was on fire. "What is happening?" He jumped up and down yelping and cursing. When pain finally disappeared, he looked around for the source of "fire" but there wasn't anything that could have possibly caused such weird pain. He reached out for the bottle of rum he left standing aside when he felt his leg being dragged upward. He tried to back up, but lost his balance and fell headfirst off the dock into the water. As he grasped for air and pulled himself back out, he felt horrible pain in his chest.
"Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!" he yelled. He ripped off his wet shirt only to find a little 'x' carved in his flesh. The pain was still there, but there was something familiar about it. Jack frowned as his gaze fell on another mark he had. Blackbeard. But Blackbeard was dead, and the doll was long gone, he had seen it flying off the cliff and disappearing in the wild stream of water with his own eyes, unless…
"Someone else came into possession of the doll!" Jack whispered clapping his hands together and jumping on his feet. "And that is not good, not good at all."
Angelica smiled and put the doll away. It was late morning already and she could hear the sound of sailors' voices over the top of her hand as they cleaned, scrubbed and talked. She laid back on her hammock and closed her eyes. Angelica wondered where Jack was at the moment she played with the doll. She enjoyed the thought of him, wide-eyed, as he watched a mark appear on his chest and his legs being lifted upward by themselves. She could only guess if he had already figured out that she had the doll. I hope I did not hurt him much. Although it felt good to make Jack feel just a tiniest bit of pain, she could not bear a thought of him getting seriously hurt. Still, she would favor the moment when they meet again and he realizes it was she who messed with him. And maybe the doll would help her get whatever she wants from Jack Sparrow.
"Land-ho!" She heard a sailor shout and then, dozens of pairs of boots rumbled overhead. Angelica smiled. Beware Jack, for you will see me soon enough.