This chapter is relatively short because I did not have much planned for them to do just yet, but wanted to finish just where I did. Hope you enjoy!

"Well done, Jack," Angelica yelled. "Now we're stuck here!" It'd been a couple of hours since the captain accompanied by three sailors loaded Jack and Angelica into the boat and dropped them off on some beach on a small island. As soon as the boat left, Angelica started yelling on top of her lungs, running around, and blaming Jack for his every sin. Jack, wisely, chose to not interfere, and wait for her to let it out.

"We're trapped! And he didn't even leave us a bloody pistol!"

"Notice that he also did not take away any of our belongings, including your knife, your sword, and two of your pistols," Jack quietly commented.

"No food! No water!" Angelica continued her tantrum. "Nothing!"

"If there are people here, then there is water. Just the matter of finding it."

"People? What kind of people? Cannibals? I do not wish to be roasted and eaten, thank you very much!" she picked up a rock and threw it into the water with all her might.

"If you could just shut it," Jack rose to his feet. "We could have gone around those woods and found people, or water, for that matter!"

"Shut it?" Angelica exclaimed. "Shut it? No, YOU shut it! I have been left on an island twice in the past two weeks, and all because of you! If you did not leave me on the goddamn island, taken me with you, I wouldn't have to go looking for you! Barbosa wouldn't have come to Tortuga and stolen your bloody ship and we wouldn't be stuck here!"

"Is that it?" Jack eyed her.

"No, that is NOT it, you bloody, black-hearted, rum-soaked, dirty pirate!" Angelica cursed. "That is not it at all! It was your bloody idea to go on that ship, your bloody idea to start a mutiny! If you just looked after your precious Pearl more carefully, not left it to some drunky, if you did not get bloody drunk yourself, this wouldn't have happened! You have ruined my life, Jack, and you are about to do it for the second time!" she breathed hard. Jack stared at her, alarmed now as Angelica was walking towards him, the look of hatred on her face. "I should have killed you then, when I had a chance…and oh, I had plenty, but I didn't! Well…I can kill you now!" Angelica took out a pistol, her hands shaking with anger. She was about to point it at Jack, but he was already by her side, wrapping his arms around her, and…kissing her. He tasted like rum and sea. Just the way she remembered it. There was something different in the way he kissed her and the way her body responded. Something she did not remember feeling before. Angelica was so surprised, all her fury suddenly evaporated. Jack pulled away and cocked his head to the side.

"Better?"

"Yes," Angelica slowly inhaled.

"Knew that would help."

Still breathing hard Angelica sat down on the cooling sand and stared at the horizon. The sun was slowly going down, disappearing behind the clouds. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Then she realized how thirsty she was.

"What were you saying about finding water?" she turned to Jack.

"I have water," Jack grinned pulling out a flask and waving it at her face.

"You," Angelica hissed. "You had water all this time and not told me?"

"Like that would stop you, love," Jack laughed and handed her the flask.

Angelica took a giant sip and coughed. "What's in there?"

"I didn't have much time, ye know, didn't empty it properly. Guess there's some rum on the bottom?" Jack reached out for the flask, but Angelica moved it away from him.

"You're drunk already."

"I am not!" Jack shook his head. "I never am!"

It was Angelica's turn to laugh. "What do we do now?" she asked.

"Well," Jack looked at her rather wickedly. "Since we have the whole beach to ourselves…" he sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "We could lay back, relax, and have a drink…"

"Jack," Angelica interrupted. "We need food and more water, we can't just stay here."

"Why not? This will do for the rest of the day," Jack shook the flask. "And then, who knows, aye?"

"Jack, I have a distinct feeling that there is more to just relaxing on the beach, isn't there?" Jack's breath smelled of rum and was making her dizzy.

"Well, I had hoped we could maybe, I don't know…remember the old times?" Jack grinned again showing his golden teeth.

Angelica opened her mouth, but was unable to speak. After all he'd done to her, all the sufferings he'd caused, he was asking her to 'remember the old times'?

"Jack, you are the most despicable man I have ever met," she finally declared.

"Oh yes, that I am." He chuckled and kissed her again, lingering now and pushing her down onto the sand. This is wrong, Angelica thought. I must stop him. But it felt so good to be in his arms, to realize it was him kissing her, and that he was willing to continue kissing her. Jack pulled away and looked at her. He may have left her. He may have caused her pain. He may have used her. But his gaze was so charming, a witty smile playing on his lips…it might only be one night, but she wished to spend it with him. So, she kissed him back.

"Hey!" they heard someone cry. Angelica jumped on her feet, taking out her sword. Jack got up, brushing the sand off his pants, muttering something about 'yet another interrupted moment'.

"Hey!" Angelica saw where the voice was coming from now. A boy, about 13 years old, was running down the hill, waving his arms. Seeing as he was not armed, she decided he was not dangerous and put her sword away.

"I saw the boat coming earlier," the boy was now near them, breathing hard. "And then saw a ship sailing away. Heard screams. Thought there was a fight." He looked around as if looking for some proof.

"It was not a fight," Jack muttered. "It was just her." He pointed at Angelica.

"Oh," the boy looked disappointed. "Anyways, I reckon you need some food or something, since you do not seem to be from 'round here."

"Yes, the water would be nice," Angelica smiled. Now that she looked at him properly, she realized the boy was maybe about 7. He was very tan and well built. No wonder she'd mistaken him for an older man from afar. "Do you live on the island?" she asked.

"Aye, my mother and I, the two of us. Ships come every now and then to trade. My mom makes fine jewelry," the boy explained. "Our house is just this way," he pointed somewhere into the forest. "'Bout half an hour walking."

"You seem someone familiar," Jack suddenly said. "What's your name?" "I'm Weatherby," the boy replied. "But my mom calls me Billy."

Angelica looked at Jack in a surprise. Why did he care for boy's name? And how could he possibly know him? But Jack didn't return her gaze, just stared blankly at the boy as he led them away from the beach towards the forest.

Billy was right and about half an hour late Jack and Angelica saw a small house built on a valley in the forest. It had a barn next to it and they could hear a dog barking. A few hundred feet away was a small pond, fruit trees planted around it. As they approached, a woman, about 30, came out holding a sword in her hand. She was tall, almost blond, about as tan as her son, and her posture revealed a good sword fighter. However, there was something about her, the way she moved that suggested she was trained to hold her body just right. After her ran a dog, who looked like he was supposed to die a few decades ago. He had only one ear and scratches all over his face. He was limping.

"Billy?" she cried. "Who are these people?"

"No worries, mama," Billy replied. "They are sailors, they were left on the beach, by some pirates, I figure." Angelica frowned. So he did not realize it was them who were pirates, not those who left them to die. She eyed the woman looking for any signs of trouble, when Jack suddenly froze right where he was and stared at her. She thought she saw recognition in his eyes. As she turned back to the woman, she realized she was right, as the woman was smiling at Jack now.

"Jack?" she asked happily, as if seeing an old friend.

Jack frowned, wide-eyed, and studied the woman for a moment.

"Elizabeth?" he finally whispered.