Hope you enjoy! Have "E" in progress, draft is written just need to revise it. Needing suggestions for the letter F if anyone has any. Have two ideas already but do people want to see them together again just yet or would you like to wait until the letter I ? Please inbox me or leave your opinions in a nice review :) It will be one from Angelica's p.o.v so keep that in mind when making suggestions :)

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D is for… Doll

It had been a couple of days since Jack had left her stranded and alone on the island and already she had spotted several ships on the horizon. Of course, they hadn't known there was anyone on said island, and Angelica had wasted her shot so couldn't signal to them. If only she hadn't missed her target when she shot at Jack she could have used his long boat to escape from this god forsaken spit of land! She sighed and sat down on the sand, leaning against the trunk of a tall palm tree. She let the sea wash over her naturally tanned feet as the waves rolled in and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of the ocean, enjoying the feel wind in her face. Of course, the sensation was not nearly as great as when she was sailing upon the sea, but at least it was something. She opened her eyes and began to scan the horizon again. That's when she saw it, washing up on the sand beside her. Quickly she reached out and grasped it before it could float away. Jack's voodoo doll! She smirked, thinking of what she could do to him. She could make him bald. She could cut him all over. She could break every bone in his pathetic body! The ideas were flowing now, and her smirk only grew, each idea worse than the last. She could stab him through his heart. An appropriate action, had he not metaphorically done just that to her? The smirk fell and she sighed heavily. No. As much as she wanted to loathe the man and cause him pain, she could no bring herself to do it. But I shot at him? She wondered how she could have done that and yet could not cause him pain through the doll. Did she want him to see her as he felt the pain? Did she want to watch him suffer? Or could it be that, despite everything, she still loved him? As much as she hated to admit it, she realised that the latter was quite possibly the answer to her question. She could not hurt the man she loved. And yet she had shot at him! A moment of blindness she realised, she had acted on impulse based upon her fury. If she had hit him, she would have been inconsolable.
"Oh Jack," she sighed, looking down at the doll in her hands. If only she had realised what her father, the notorious Blackbeard, was really like sooner. If only she had thanked Jack for saving her life, on more than one occasion! If only…

She smiled sadly as she remembered the past. Yes she had accused him of corrupting and using her that night he had found his way into the convent, somehow mistaking it for a brothel, but really hadn't she always felt… trapped in that life? Hadn't she always been silently seeking an escape? If she was completely honest, she knew that if Jack hadn't initiated the events of that night then she would have.

Her eyes lit up as she thought of how he had kissed her in the Captain's Daughter after their short fight. She could not forget the passion she had felt, and the more than slight bit of sorrow she felt when he had pulled away. She closed her eyes, remembering how they had danced that night on deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge. He may have wanted something from her and, as she had said at the time, he could be quite charming in such instances, but she knew that the chemistry between them was real. Finally, her thoughts lingered on the sight of him when he had brought the chalices back to them. Her path had been cut off by a sword, and when she had turned to see who held the sword she could not avoid smirking. "Why is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me?" she had said, her voice more than a little flirtatious, that flirtation showing clearly in her eyes also. Her own smirk had been met with his charming smirk and the flirtatiousness in her eyes were reflected in his. That was the image that haunted her thoughts now.

She opened her eyes and sighed once more, looking down at the little doll in her hands. No, she would not use it to hurt him. She couldn't have even if she wanted to. Instead, she held it close to her chest, imagining herself in Jack's embrace once again. Could he feel her holding the doll so close to her? In a way she hoped so, but at the same time she would be embarrassed if he knew how much she missed him. How much she longed to be with him again.