I'm SO, SO SORRY for not updating so long. I've been real busy the past week and then my computer crashed erasing all my files along with ALL MY STORIES. So I basically lost all my progress. Thank God for my head where I keep all main ideas. Anyway, I'm currently in process of writing this story again and here what I've written so far (beyond the chapter I posted). It's pretty short, but that's all I've got. Summer vacation starts on Thursday so the updates will come soon and fast :)

"So, Elizabeth," Jack started, placing himself on a chair and his legs on a table. "You've been here all alone by yourself onesy since we've dropped you off what, 8 years ago, aye?" They were in the house now, which turned out to be pretty big with 4 rooms and a balcony. Jack, Elizabeth, and Angelica were sitting around the table in what Angelica assumed to be the kitchen. Elizabeth turned out to have some rum (which surprised Jack a lot for reasons unknown to Angelica), and Jack was already emptying the second bottle by the time they actually reached the dining room. So, to Angelica's relief, the conversation was not long.

"I was going to return to Port Royal at first," Elizabeth replied. "But found out I was with child. People would talk and I had no one to go to anyway, so I decided to stay here since this is where Will's going to come…"

"Two more years to go, aye?" Jack asked sympathetically.

"Yes," Elizabeth sighed. "I miss him."

Angelica looked at Jack for some kind of explanation, but the rum was doing its job and Jack's eyes were slowly losing focus. He blinked a few times and stared at Elizabeth again.

"I make and sell jewelry, grow vegetables," Elizabeth continued. "That's enough to trade with passing ships. Some occasionally stop here. One ship ran afoul of the reef, and the sailors spent 2 months here. I fed them, and they helped me rebuild the old farmhouse where my son and I live now. And what about you, Jack?" Jack was slowly drifting away, but jerked at the sound of his name and reached out for another bottle.

"Gone after the Fountain of Youth, I have," he smirked. "Had quite a time, didn't we?" he turned to Angelica who just nodded. "Barbosa, bloody bastard, stole my ship again." Elizabeth laughed and Jack just frowned leaving Angelica wondering what they were talking about.

"You've not changed, Jack," Elizabeth finally said.

"You have, love," Jack smiled and got up to his feet. "Now, is there anywhere I can take a nap? Ooooh," he tripped on his own feet, waved his hands, and landed on his knees. Grabbing the chair for some support, he lifted himself back up. Elizabeth got up, too, and tried to help him towards the door, but he was collapsing backwards again. Silently, Angelica put his arm around her shoulder.

"Where to?" she asked. Elizabeth led her to a small room with just one narrow bed. "This is Billy's room. He'll sleep on the sofa in the hall. You could share my room if you want," she told Angelica. "I don't think you two will fit in here."

"Oh, I am sure we will, thank you," Angelica muttered shutting the door in front of her face and pushing Jack down onto the bed.

"Angelica?" he muttered sleepily. "What are you doing on my ship?"

Instead of answering, Angelica took off his boots and squeezed in next to him. Jack turned his head and looked at her.

"You know, Jack," she said. "Sometimes I cannot help but wonder how you've managed to survive considering the fact that you're always drunk."

But Jack didn't listen, as he was already asleep, snoring loudly.

Angelica woke up with the sun. She tiptoed quietly around the bed, out of the room, out of the house, and soon found herself on a small beach. She sat down and watched the sea. Angelica hoped for a ship, for she thought it would be best to leave as soon as possible. She didn't like the place, and most of all she didn't like Elizabeth. Although she had no idea what kind of past she and Jack shared, she thought it was best not to know. All she wanted was to get a ship and go after the Pearl. She didn't need any ship from many Barbossa stole. It was simply an excuse to come with Jack because really what she wanted was to be with him and she had finally come to realize that. Of course, Angelica wanted to kill him first, but she knew it wouldn't change anything. Then, on the beach, when Jack kissed her, she knew she could never kill him however much she wanted to. But she also knew that he didn't feel the same way. He couldn't.

Jack was hopelessly drunk and not much help at all, so all Angelica could do is sitting on the small beach and watching the horizon for a ship. Billy had come down to call her to dinner, but she refused. Jack was sleeping and she didn't wish to dine alone with Elizabeth. A few days passed by just the same. Angelica woke up early and headed down to the beach, and sat there, and waited. She swam in the afternoon when the heat was unbearable and headed back to the house by twilight. She had some food in the kitchen with Billy and avoided Elizabeth. Jack was in some state where all he did was drink, eat, or sleep. Sometimes she'd see him talking to Billy or Elizabeth, but that was usually after he'd had a drink. Angelica knew he was wondering where she was, but she avoided him as she avoided Elizabeth. She didn't know why. She'd become used to her routine when one day she saw Jack, almost completely sober (she could tell by the way he didn't wobble as he went) heading down to the beach.

"A ship only comes once in two weeks, you know," he said sitting down.

"I thought you'd want to get out of here and go after the Pearl as soon as you can," Angelica replied.

"I do, but you see, me sitting here every day wouldn't change much. Rum helps, too," he offered her a bottle. Angelica accepted and silently took a sip.

"Try to stay sober at least for a few hours when the ship comes," she muttered. Jack just chuckled and reached out for the bottle, but Angelica yanked it away from him. They sat in silence for a while – Angelica staring straight ahead, Jack squinting at the sun and muttering a song under his breath.

"You know, Billy's been asking about you," Angelica suddenly declared.

"He has?" Jack didn't look surprised. "Smart lad, he is. Knows a lot about the sea, handles a sword. Would make a great pirate, don't you think?" Angelica turned to him her expression unreadable.

"He would," she finally replied. "Just as his dad." Jack turned his head and stared at Angelica for a while, studying her. A few seconds later, his face lit up as if he realized something and he started to laugh.

"What?" Angelica frowned.

"You didn't really think he was my son, did you, love?" Jack managed after few minutes of laughter and half a bottle of rum. Angelica lowered her gaze.

"He's talking about you a lot. Elizabeth…well, the way she looks at you…I figured." Angelica stopped mid-sentence.

"Firstly, " Jack told her smiling. "I'm not stupid enough to come and stay in a house of a woman who has my child. If it were true, I'd be running away as if the devil himself is upon me. Secondly, I would sure be dead the second she saw me if I was really the father. She might appear innocent, but hell hath no fury liked a woman scored. Thirdly, she looks at me "this way" because I am the only person she has left to trust."

"Trust you?" Angelica chuckled. "Hard to imagine."

"She's known me long enough to do exactly that. Besides, with her father dead and her husband out at sea unable to step on land, she has no other option."

"Unable to step on land?" Angelica asked curiously.

"Her husband, Billy's father, is the captain of the Flying Dutchman."

"Davy Jones?" Angelica stared at Jack in disbelief with her mouth open.

"Davy Jones is dead," Jack replied and seeing Angelica's confused expression added, "That's a long story."

"Your doing, no doubt," Angelica was not even surprised to hear Jack Sparrow claim Davy Jones dead.

"Aye, with some help," Jack looked at the direction of the house. "Been to Davy Jones' locker, I have. All thanks to Elizabeth." That did surprise Angelica.

"How much more don't I know about you, Jack Sparrow?" she looked at him.

"A lot more, love," Jack whispered, grinning.

"Well there are things I do now," Angelica whispered back. "Like how guilty you feel when causing trouble."

"I do not!" Jack exclaimed. "If I felt guilty every time I caused trouble, I'd put a bullet through my head."

"Does this make you saving my life a special occasion?" Angelica raised her eyebrows.

"Out of the two of you," Jack declared. "Blackbeard was less to my liking. Besides, he'd kill me if he lived. So, I chose to save you."

"Do not tell me you'd leave to die if you could," Angelica stroked his cheek. "You jumped off that cliff to save my life. You did as father said to save my life. I know you care for me, Jack."

"As do you," Jack snapped. "Or else you wouldn't have come after me. I know you don't care for some ship. There are plenty of them in every port."

"There are, indeed." Angelica's fingers ran down his cheek brushing against his ear. Jack closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. "I could leave if you want," Angelica whispered.

"No," Jack's eyes flew wide open.

"I thought you'd said that," Angelica smiled and kissed him.