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R is for… Reveries
The night just a few short days ago had been one of the best nights of Angelica's life. She had only felt the way she had then a few times before; when Jack first came to the Convent, when Jack took her to the beach for the first time after sneaking away from the Convent, when she had left the Convent with Jack for good, and when they had danced on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge. All of those events had taken place at night, and all had been equally magical.
Of course, her time with Jack hadn't always been plain sailing, if you'll pardon the pun. He eventually left her, she had never asked why, but he had already taught her how to handle a sword, however, and she had used these skills against him the next time she saw him in Saint Dominique. She hadn't succeeded, of course, and the next time they saw each other had been a completely different story. They had wined and dined under the stars in La Martinique, music and candlelight surrounding them. Then he had upped and left again, breaking her heart once more.
She had gone quite some time without seeing him after that, although she couldn't escape the stories about him that rolled around the towns; the mutiny from Hector Barbossa, being killed by Davy Jones' Kraken, being rescued from Davy Jones' locker and then the war against the East India Trading Company. Then things had fallen quiet for a few years, and Angelica couldn't help wondering what had become of him. She briefly heard that he had been to the Fountain of Youth, but no more was known of the matter.
After she met her father, Blackbeard, she had sailed with him for quite some time, ever hopeful that she would catch a glimpse of the Black Pearl and it's Captain. When they had come across the ship, however, her father had used his sword, the sword of Triton, to turn the Pearl against it's crew. Angelica hadn't been sure how many of the men had survived, but she knew that Jack had not been aboard. Instead, Hector Barbossa had been Captain and had managed to get away, losing a leg and so becoming known to her and her father as the one-legged man. A few months later, the quartermaster had foretold that Blackbeard would be killed in a fortnight by the one-legged man, and so they had set about getting a new crew. She had disguised herself as Jack Sparrow, knowing that very few men would be willing to serve under Blackbeard or a woman. The last place they recruited crew members was in London, and it was here in the Captain's Daughter that the real Jack Sparrow had turned up and found his way into the back room. Angelica had duelled with him for some time before using her signature move which Jack had instantly remembered. The way he kissed her then had reignited all her old feelings for him, and she was sure that somewhere deep inside of him he still felt the same way about her. She had tricked him onto the ship and together they had journeyed to the Fountain of Youth where Jack had saved her life after she was cut by the poisoned blade the one-legged man had used to stab her father with. She had been furious at the time, having been conned into taking her father's years from him, but Jack had sensed her wrath and left her on an island where she had come to realise that her father had only had his own interests at heart and would have felt no remorse if she had died for him. At last Jack had returned for her, and the couple's love had blossomed once more. Of course, Jack still wouldn't say the words.
Sighing, the Spanish woman brought herself out of her reveries and walked back up to the deck, her eyes immediately searching for Jack who was standing proudly at the helm. She knew Gibbs was right when he said Jack was scared and that she should be persistent, but it was hard to keep convincing a man of your love when he didn't do the same. She could tell him she loved him a thousand times over, and yet it seemed he would never tell her those three simple words even once.