Sorry for not updating for so long. I didn't have access to my computer. This chapter is a bit like a rough draft since I did not edit it once, but really wanted to put it up. So here you go. Elizabeth fans, next chapter is what you were waiting for

"Miss Teach," Barbosa offered his hand to Angelica as she climbed out of the boat. Angelica nodded but ignored his gesture. The dock was full of people screaming, running, cursing, and, of course, drinking. Some of the crewmen from the Queen Anne's Revenge unloaded the cargo; some were already off to the closest pub. Barbosa, standing in the middle of all this, managed to give orders that were actually carried out properly. Angelica was about to thank him for letting her aboard the ship that was now his, and not killing her, but the crowd already separated them. She did wish she had the ship to herself since it belonged to her father, but she knew it now had a good captain. So, off she went. She hadn't the slightest idea as of where to find Jack, but she had a feeling that if she asked the right people she would see him soon.

"Aye, the bloody voodoo doll," Jack nodded carrying Gibbs away from the pub as he tried to grab the bottle.

"You reckon someone found it?" Gibbs asked.

"I am sure as hell they did," Jack muttered. "Look," he pointed at the 'x' mark on his chest. "Felt the bloody knife cutting into my flesh." Gibbs shivered.

"Puts a chill in the bones what could've happened to ye, had they known how to use it properly."

"They still can," Jack frowned. "But, I am going after the bloody doll and I will take it back to me self. Savvy?"

"Aye, but how're ye going to find it?" Gibbs demanded.

"I aren't going to find it," Jack stared at him. "We are going to find it. Now, where is the Pearl and the rest of the bloody fleet?"

"Oi," Gibbs slapped himself on the head. "I might have left the bag in the Sailor's Bride!"

"Go on then! Get it!" Jack exclaimed, bewildered. "Meet me in the dock in an hour. I'll try to find us a ship. A proper one. Not the one in a bottle." Gibbs nodded and hurried away.

Jack ran down the long narrow alley where the backdoors of the most pubs led. The stench was horrible, but it was the shortest way to the Peter's Head where the crewmen who just arrived and the ones who were about to set sail gathered. He needed to find a fellow with a ship and then it was just the matter of getting him drunk… Suddenly Jack stopped short because only inches away from his face was a thin metal blade of a very well made sword.

"Hello, Jack," a soft voice whispered into his ear. Jack's eyes widened.

"Angelica?"

"Didn't expect me to find you that fast, did you?" Angelica smiled circling him, her sword still pointing at his chest.

"You are a droning, back-stabbing miscreant!" Jack replied furiously. "How did you find the doll?" Angelica was distracted by Jack's words and did not notice his hand groping for the sword until the blade was touching her throat and her body was pressed against the stonewall. She looked taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained control over herself. "Ah, so you have realized your mind was not playing tricks on you and too much rum was not the reason for the lost of balance and inability to control your body."

"That was exactly what I thought before I saw this cutting itself on my chest," Jack moved the fabric of his shirt to the side revealing the red mark while still pointing the sword at Angelica.

"It was merely a reminder of the pain I have endured when you left me," Angelica whispered, her fingers tracing the "x" on Jack's chest. Her skin was warm and smooth and Jack couldn't help but remember when those hands had touched the other parts of his body.

"What do you want?" he breathed out.

"I need a ship, Jack," Angelica lifted her head up so their eyes met. "And I know you have plenty."

"How did you…?"

"I have been aboard Queen Anne's Revenge, that's how I got here."

Jack chuckled. Barbosa is probably dead by now.

"So, you want me to give you the ship."

"No, Jack," Angelica laughed. "I want all of them. And in return I will tell you how to retrieve the Pearl. You help me, I help you."

"And you know how to," Jack moved in closer, and Angelica could feel his breath on her face. "Because last time you helped me, I ended up with nothing more than a fleet of infamous ships, in bottles, all of them."

"It was simply a precaution. I didn't want you to run off with your ship the first chance you got. I needed your help to find the fountain."

"You don't trust me, do you?" Jack grinned.

"You've given me plenty of reasons not to," Angelica replied coldly.

"Ah, so you still are mad at me for leaving you, I see…"

"I left you," Angelica muttered.

"I think we've traveled down that road before, love," Jack commented.

Angelica eyed him furiously. She knew he was right, of course. And for that she hated him. He left her when he knew she loved him. She would never be able to trust him again, no matter how much she wanted to.

"So, do we have an accord?" she offered him her hand as if completely ignoring his previous comment.

"Agreed," Jack smiled and shook her hand lowering his sword. The second he did Angelica grabbed his shirt and with her free hand retrieved a knife pressing it again Jack's throat again.

"But remember, you are not getting your ship if I do not get mine," she whispered. Jack frowned just when he heard footsteps. Angelica turned her head to find Mr. Gibbs standing in front of them, breathing hard.

"Cap'n," he started. Jack looked weirdly at Angelica and then turned his attention back to Gibbs.

"Cap'n, the ships, they were stolen, all of 'em!"

"All of them?" Jack repeated, his voice raising. "Including the Pearl?"

"Aye, sir." Jack was about to smash him with something when he realized Angelica was still pressing him firmly against the wall.

"Could you please…?" Jack waved his hands in her face, and she stepped away from him.

"Do you have any idea who stole my precious Pearl, Mr. Gibbs?" he asked in an alarmingly calm tone, approaching him.

"Aye, cap'n, sir," Gibbs muttered. "Barbosa!"

"Barbosa?" Jack and Angelica repeated in unison looking at each other.

"I thought you killed the man," Jack turned to Angelica now.

"I never said I did!" she replied defensively.

"Well, it was not hard to figure!" Jack yelled.

"Then you were wrong again!" Angelica glared at him.

"He's got Queen Anne's Revenge, too, sir," Gibbs attempted to stop their quarrel.

"I know!" Jack and Angelica exclaimed at the same time.

"But the bright side is, I found ye a fellow with a ship!" Gibbs continued.

"What do we need a ship for?" Angelica hissed. "Queen Anne's Revenge can not be outrun by any ship but the Pearl, and he has it, too! I should've killed him when I had the chance!" Gibbs just stared at her, while Jack stood biting his lip with a blank expression on his face.

"You've got an idea, aye?" Gibbs was smiling now.

"Aye," Jack replied. "I say we find the fellow, pursue him to take us to his crew, then, when we're out in the open sea…"

"We will only waste time!" Angelica exclaimed. "How do you know we'll not be sailing in the opposite direction?"

"Because I have this," Jack grinned taking out his compass. "And then, when we're out in the open sea, we start a mutiny." Angelica opened her mouth to argue and closed it again. Gibbs looked at Jack and nodded.

"Take what you can," he started.

"Give nothing back!" Jack grinned.

"Two days at sea and we've not started yet! What's in your head?" Angelica hissed as she and Jack crouched under the stairs in the hold. Angelica was dressed in the man's clothing, as she had to pretend to be a man again to get onto the ship. They had successfully made it into the crew of some merchant who was planning to trade spices to the habitants of Caribbean islands.

"No need to worry, love," Jack assured her. "I am just waiting for the opportune moment. Getting to know the sailors, who likes the captain, who doesn't, who is a pirate, who's a merchant like him, who likes rum…"

"But we're wasting time!" Angelica's voice rose.

"Why are you in such a rush anyway?" Jack asked.

"I have my reasons."

"What kind of reasons?" Jack whispered in a low voice as someone just passed their hiding spot.

"Why do you care?" Angelica bit her lip. Jack laughed softly.

"I'm starting to think the ship is not the real reason you were after me."

Angelica stared in the corner, ignoring him.

"Very well then," Jack frowned. "If it's such a secret, don't tell me."

"You're like a child, Jack," Angelica muttered under her breath.

"Well, I did not get to drink from the fountain, so all that's left is for my spirits to stay young, you know," Jack replied.

"You were the one who made me drink it!"

"You were dying there!"

"And you didn't want me to die?" Angelica smiled now. Jack looked down at her, caught off guard.

"'Course I didn't, why would I…?" he trailed off. Angelica knew it was time to press on him again.

"Admit it, Jack, you still love me." She studied him as his expression quickly changed from confused to surprised to unreadable.

"Didn't I already tell you, love? If you had a sister and a dog, I'd choose a dog."

"Then why did you save me?" she asked again.

"Because I am a better man than your father, all right?"

Three more days later and Jack was thrown off his hammock and dragged upwards by a strong hand.

"Captain wishes to see you," the boson declared loudly. "And your friend, too." Confused, Jack rose to his feet and followed the scary-looking guy to the deck. A few seconds later Angelica was dragged out by another man. As he was pushed forward, Jack heard Angelica whisper.

"They know what we're planning to do so you better come up with a damn good excuse." Jack frowned, thinking. How did he know of the mutiny that has not even started? Unless someone told him, but who? Jack had spoken to a few crewmen and they all seemed to support the idea. He had no way of knowing now since they arrived to the captain's cabin. Jack had only seen him twice – when he was accepted to the crew, and when the captain was getting fresh air on the deck. He didn't seem like much, but seeing a gun in his hand now, Jack realized he had underestimated him.

"Mr. Sparrow," the captain nodded. "And Ms. Teach." Angelica's jaw dropped.

"How did you…?"

"I have my ways," the man cut her short. "I was informed you are planning to commit a mutiny."

"Us?" Jack laughed. "We are just fine the way we are, really."

"No need to lie, Mr. Sparrow, I am sure of my words, or else I wouldn't have spoken them. I can also assure you that although I am a merchant sailor myself, I will not have some pirate do what he please on, or with, my ship. And as you are a pirate, you will be treated like one."

Angelica started to kick wildly, but the boson held her tight. Jack just stared, knowing there was no point of speaking.

"I decided against killing you," the captain continued. "As you have not in fact done anything yet. So you will be left on one of the islands I trade with, where you can get necessary supplies from its habitants."

"Before they eat, I assume?" Angelica asked.

"Oh, they are not as barbaric as you think, Miss. They are civilized people. And you will be able to catch a ship soon enough, although, I will be sure to warn all the ships I meet not to pick you up."

Jack sighed as Angelica continued to fight the boson.

"That would be all," the captain nodded. "You will spend a few hours in the brig, as we are not yet there." With that the boson grabbed Jack's collar and Angelica's hand and led them away.