So on January 23 2012, I said I would update this within a week... it's been a bit of a long week hasn't it xD I hope I still have some of my lovely readers with me and that you haven't lost interest in this story purely because the author is incredibly slow?
Long story short, I had my A-Level exams that summer (for non-UK people, they're the exams which basically get you into uni or work or whatever you want to do after school) and so spent a lot of time revising for them. After that I started uni and then got bogged down with assignments and exams once more. I'm almost half way through second year now, which is a pretty scary thought, but I think I've got just the right balance to be able to study hard and use fanfiction for some down-time/stress relief! Fingers crossed!
For those of you who have been waiting nearly two years for this update, I apologise most sincerely and will try and have "V" up as soon as possible! I will also be trying to tap out another chapter for "Stand By You" by the end of the month for anyone interested in that!
U is for… Unforgettable
Father and son entered the room that had, many years ago, been their living room. Both men sat, and the younger of the two surveyed the room, identifying how it had changed over the years, before he felt his father's eyes on him and turned to meet his gaze.
"What?"
"You know what, Jacky."
"I do not."
"Don't feign ignorance, Jacky. You know I know you too well."
Jack sighed. "Angelica."
"Aye, Angelica. From what I recall, you seem to leave her on some island before comin' back here to sulk." Teague raised an eyebrow. "So what's happened to make you bring her here with you this time?"
"It's a bit of a long story, dad…"
"We got plenty of time, Jacky."
And so, Jack went on to tell his father about meeting Angelica in the Captain's Daughter in London, just minutes after Teague had left the pub, and journeying with her and her father, Blackbeard, to the Fountain of Youth. He glossed over some of the details; he didn't particularly want to share the intimate moments they had shared on deck the night Angelica had first shared with him the ritual for the Fountain with anyone, least of all his father, but he said enough that Teague would not be confused as to how the two had ended up together again. He also didn't mention just how scared he had been when she had cut herself on Barbossa's poisoned blade.
"After Blackbeard died, I took her in a longboat and rowed to an island. And I left her there."
"You left her?"
"Well I went back for her obviously." Jack retorted.
"Aye, I'd gathered as much seeing as she's sat in the next room right at this moment. But why?"
"Bit of a funny story, really. Turns out my compass generally knows what I want before I realise it meself. Gibbs too, for that matter." Jack frowned.
"So you were trying to get to, I'll assume, Tortuga, and the compass kept pointing you back to the island?"
"Aye. I probably could've found Tortuga without it, but…" Jack sighed, his voice softening as he shook his head. "Gibbs had been telling me for a while that my stirrings were something more, but it wasn't until the compass persisted in pointing me towards her that I knew it for meself. So I turned the Pearl around, and we went back for her."
Teague cocked his head to one side, feeling his lips twitch into a small smile as he looked at his son. He had known for a while that there was something about Angelica that made her different to all the common wenches he knew his son spent time with, and now it seemed Jack had finally realised it too.
"So is this it, this time?" Teague broke the silence that had fallen. "You're not gonna leave her again?"
"No." Jack shook his head quickly. "No, I'm not leaving her again. I don't know what it is about her. She's just… unforgettable."