Hallo everyone! Thank you for all the great reviews. I swear I didn't expect anyone to read it. It's my first (well...you could call second, I guess) fanfic, too. So, thank you all for reading and reviewing! I know too well that I hadn't updated for quite a while and I am sorry! I fear it might take as long for me to update again as I am quite busy being lazy and enjoying my vacation. Lol. Well, really it's just my mom getting mad at me for being at the computer a lot, and my friend (who unfortunately doesn't get the point of fanfic, especially PotC fanfic since she is not obsessed with anything as much as I am) living with me. So, I also thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

"Sparrow! Open the bloody door!" Angelica bellowed. It'd been two days since Jack locked himself up in his cabin. He didn't want to have to explain to Angelica what happened to the compass. He wasn't sure himself. Well, he was, but he couldn't admit it even to himself. Jack decided that the compass could point to Angelica only for one reason – because he'd not been to a proper pub for almost a month, and Angelica was, after all, a woman. It was natural for him to want her. After all they had spent many enjoyable hours together…I just need a wench, that's all. Going to a pub the first thing after we arrive to Tortuga. Why the compass pointed at him in Angelica's hands, he didn't know and preferred not to think about. When he heard Morris reappear on the deck looking for him, he decided to stay put and wait for Morris's anger to pass…Of course he would be bloody angry when he found out Jack didn't have any idea as of where Barbossa might be. And he would find out eventually…thanks to bloody Angelica. Knowing he was going to have to come out sooner or later Jack decided to sober up a little before facing the captain and Angelica. He hoped she already forgot about the incident with the compass, but he doubted it. Jack was just having a little nap when Angelica came banging on his door once again.

"Come back tomorrow, love," Jack shouted back. He heard some more banging, then cursing.

"If you don't open the door right now, you'll be very sorry, Sparrow!"

"What are ye going to do, love? Break in swinging your sword?" Jack laughed. "You know bloody well you can't beat me, even when I'm drunk."

"Your choice, Sparrow!" Angelica hissed and he heard her footsteps as she marched down the main deck. What is she going to do? Call Morris to make me open the door? Jack laughed softly. Whatever she was planning, she was not getting him out of his cabin until he decided he wanted to leave. How wrong he was.

"This is your last chance, Sparrow," Angelica called through the door as Jack positioned himself on a chair facing the door. He didn't think she would break in, but it was better not to take any chances. "Just open the door." She sounded strangely calm. That didn't bother Jack, however, as he just stretched his legs out a bit more.

"Your funeral," Angelica muttered. Jack heard the rustling the fabric and then soft whispering. Whatever is she doing? Jack was in fact amused wondering what she was planning to do. He was just reaching for the bottle to take a swig when a sharp pain in his arm blinded him. Jack yelped, and, unsteady on his chair, fell on the ground. Groaning, he grabbed onto the end of the table trying to get up. Angelica was still whispering behind the door. Jack finally managed to get to his feet, and, stretching his arm, reached for the bottle again. His leg suddenly jerked to the side by itself, and he went down again hitting his head on the corner of the chair.

"Bugger!" He hissed rubbing his temple.

"You still alive, Sparrow?" Angelica giggled. "I need you alive."

"Aye, I am bloody sure alive, but my leg hurts as hell," Jack replied finally getting a hold of the bottle and taking a swig. "Ah, that's much better," he sighed lowering the bottle.

"You're not getting it, Jack?" Angelica laughed. "You're not going to drink, you're going to open the door."

"Why are you so amused, luv?" Jack grinned. However, his grin quickly changed to a grimace as he doubled in half feeling as though his ribs were being broken. He was about to black out when something clicked in his mind. Bloody hell! He gritted his teeth and rose to his feet, his head spinning. He was covered with sweat as if he just ran a couple of miles. Jack made it halfway to the door when his leg jerked again.

"I'm coming, you bloody witch!" Jack yelled. "Put the goddamn doll down!" Finally, he reached the door and yanked it open. "Happy?"

"I warned you, Sparrow," Angelica said pushing him aside and entering the cabin. She proceeded to the back and opened the small window.

"What are ye doing?" Jack stumbled back inside.

"Letting in some air, it smells terrible here," Angelica replied calmly. "Now, Jack, go and lie down. The effects of the voodoo magic will wear out in a few minutes." Jack just glared at her and lowered himself on the bunk.

"I don't need to lie down," he grumbled. "Just have some rum and get you out of my cabin."

"None of that! You've been drinking your head off for two days straight. I'm surprised you made it to the door without my help." Angelica closed the door and walked over to where Jack was lying. "Is there any liquid besides rum in your cabin? Perhaps water?"

"Over there, in the cabinet by the door," Jack motioned his hand in the direction of the cabinet. "But I ain't drinking any bloody water, luv."

"You don't have to drink," Angelica replied getting a glass jar out of the cabinet. She walked back to Jack and splashed the water on his face.

"What the bloody damned hell – " Jack sat upright sputtering.

"Just a little bath, mi querido," Angelica smiled. "Now, are you ready to talk?"

"Talk 'bout what, luv? You've come into me cabin, made a mess, got me all wet, and now you want to talk? Oh, I'd love that!" Jack replied sarcastically.

"You've got a choice, Sparrow," Angelica grinned. "You will either talk to me, or Morris. He's out on the main deck, waiting for you to come out."

"Bugger," Jack muttered. "That's not bloody fair." Angelica just glared at him. "Alright, alright, what?"

"What are we going to do about Barbossa?" Angelica asked.

"Where's that 'we' coming from, luv?" Jack smiled.

"I am the only one who knows that you, in fact, don't know where he is. I need a ship. You need a ship. We're in this together, Sparrow. Unfortunately."

"Aha, I see," Jack grinned at her.

"Can you be serious for once?" Angelica exploded. "We've got two options. Proceed to Tortuga or…"

"Tell Morris. Bleh…" Jack made a face. "That's not an option to me, luv. Unless you want to endure the sight of me being marooned, or better yet killed, we'd have to stick with the first option."

"Oh, I'd love to provide you with the pistol myself, but than I'd have no one to lead me Barbossa, which you've proved to be useless at, and then bargain with him, which you are good at. So, I wouldn't consider it just now." Angelica hissed.

"Very well then," Jack nodded. "You go over to Morris and tell him Barbossa's in Tortuga, and it's all going as planned."

"And when we arrive to find no Barbossa?"

"I'll figure it out, luv, don't worry," Jack closed his eyes.

"You're coming with me, Sparrow!"

"What?" Jack opened one eye and was yanked upward. "No! Wait a second! I ain't going to Morris!" He tried to break free, but Angelica's grip was firm. He was probably still weak from the voodoo torture.

"Oh, but you are, Jacky," Angelica smiled pleasantly.

"Then you have to do me a favor, Angelica," Jack stopped.

"What now?" Angelica sighed.

"Give me the doll," Jack told her. When Angelica didn't respond, he added, "The bloody voodoo doll."

"You don't really think I'll just give it to you like that, do you?" Angelica laughed.

"Why not?"
"Because it's the only way to control you, Jack."

"Ah, so that's what it is you're doing. Controlling me," Jack frowned. "Never fancied being controlled, luv."

"You'll have to square with it for now, Sparrow. I don't want you running off the second you get your hands on the ship, or somehow getting rid of me before we even reach Barbossa."

"Fine. But don't be surprised when one day you wake up to find that your little toy is gone," Jack glared at her.

"Oh, I'll make sure that won't happen. Now come," Angelica led him out onto the deck. Morris was right there at the wheel. Jack jerked his arm again, trying to escape.

"I have to do it now, eh?" Jack whispered helplessly.

"Do what you do best, Jack," Angelica whispered back. "Improvise."

Jack sighed and walked over to where Morris was standing. Improvise. Easy for you to say, you witch. The woman was so quick to charm Morris with her smiles and speeches. Let's see it what I can do.

"Captain Morris!"

Morris turned around and Jack shivered. His eyes were dark and his jaw tightened.

"Sparrow! You bloody drunken bastard," he yelled (adding some more heavy curses) and marched over to him.

"Captain Morris, sir…" Jack inhaled thinking fast. Improvise. Suddenly they heard a voice overhead. Both men looked up.

"Sail ho!"

Without a word Morris retrieved his spyglass and marched up the ladder leading to the quarterdeck. Relieved that he was spared a minute Jack ran over to the rail and looked out at the sea. Yes, a ship was visible. And there was something familiar about her. Too familiar. Puzzled, Jack took out his own spyglass, and gasped. The ship was too far away to make out any specific details, but Jack knew it too well. A 300-ton frigate, an English ship that is hardly used by pirates because of its size, armed with a dozen of canons.

"You're lucky today, Sparrow!" Angelica chuckled beside him. Jack just stared at the ship, shocked. "Yes, Jack, it's her. Queen Anne's Revenge."