A/N: Hi everyone, here´s chapter 2! I forgot to mention that the lyrics right at the beginning of chapter 1 were from the song "Tell Me You Love Me" by Demi Lovato. When I first heard the song, it instantly reminded me of Jack and Angelica (I´m so cheesy) and I knew my fanfiction was going to be called that. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Angelica screamed in fear. This was not supposed to happen now! This was the worst time possible! Tia Dalma threw her head around and stared at her. It was time. She took Angelica's arm and guided her into a small chamber with a bed. "Here. Lie down." She more ordered than asked. Angelica lay down and screamed again. It hurt. "It hurts!" She yelled at Tia Dalma, who didn't take any notice. "What does?" She finally asked. Angelica was silent for a while before screaming in pain "EVERYTHING!" Even her heart hurt. It ached so bad. Jack had left her, because she'd lied to him. And now she was giving birth to their child. Alone. She screamed again. "JAAACK!"

Angelica jumped up, tears in her eyes. It had only been a nightmare, only this time, it had truly happened. Jack stood on the other side of the room, next to the window, staring at his compass. Without looking up, he muttered a short "Mornin', luv". Angelica looked at him with a confused look, until she finally replied "Good morning." Jack closed the compass and told her he'd be going out to find the crew and tell them about his plans on going after Arthur to Rumrunner's Island. Then he left. Angelica sighed and got out of bed. She had dreamt about giving birth to her little baby. Her eyes filled with tears and then she began sobbing uncontrollably. She would never forgive herself. She had lost him. 3 months ago, a bunch of pirates far worse than any she had recently encountered, had attacked Port Royal and the house she'd lived in with her child. Elizabeth and Henry had not been affected by this, as they lived in the lighthouse on the coast outside of Port Royal.

But her house had been destroyed and she hadn't seen her child since. He was dead.

Jack marched down the stairs and into the pub. It was midday, but there were already, or rather, still, drunken men and women down there. Gibbs sat at a corner table, looking very hungover. "Gibbs. I saw the woman from Seville yesterday. She said Captain Arthur was here. He's heading to Rum Island and we're going after him. This is our chance. Angelica is taking the Revenge and her crew and you and me and the crew are going with her, on the Pearl. Alright? Tell the others. We'll set off at dawn tomorrow." He explained and Gibbs simply nodded. He didn't really care too much. As long as it involved rum. Before Gibbs could leave, a teenage boy walked over to them. He was wearing a pirate hat, brown, dirty clothes and had dark, brown eyes and hair. "Ye're Captain Sparrow, right?" He questioned with a hint of a Spanish and British accent in his voice.

Jack raised an eyebrow at the obvious lack of respect in the boy's voice. He appeared to be about 14 years old. "That be me. What do ye want?" Jack replied. The boy pulled out a chair on the other side of the table, right opposite Jack and next to Gibbs. "I heard ye're setting off tomorrow. I'm looking for a ship to sail on. My parents used to mention you and your adventures - can I sail with you?"

Gibbs and Jack looked at each other. "Ye appear to be a strong lad. Don't be late. We leave at sunrise." The boy nodded once and disappeared through the front door.

Jack sqinted his eyes. The boy seemed somewhat familiar.

He had an attitude.

Captain Sparrow shrugged it off and left to go check on one fiery Spanish woman, when a wench threw herself into his arms. Jack grinned down at her.

"'ello, darlin'."

The door opened. Angelica turned around. It was late, but she hadn't slept yet. She stood at the open window and had been looking out at the stars in the clear night sky.

She swallowed as she saw the state he was in. Again. Obviously drunk, hair a mess, loose shirt, overall a very unappealing appearance. And lipstick on his neck. She swallowed again. It hurt. Even though they were no longer together, it still hurt seeing him like this. He'd been with at least one other woman. Her heart ached. She could lie to herself and everyone around her as much as she wanted, but deep down she knew she still loved him. It had always been this way. Since she'd first met him in her late teens in Seville. "Take a shower." She managed to say with a shaky voice. Jack just shrugged and walked over to her. "Just GO!" She snapped, but her voice broke at the end. Surprised, Jack stopped in his tracks, but obeyed and left the room. He tried to cross the corridor in a straight line until he reached the inn's bathroom.

Angelica watched the door close begind him. As soon as he was gone, she let herself slide down the wall onto the hard, wooden floor and cried. Nothing was right. Her life was a mess. She had lost everything. This wasn't even a life anymore. She'd lost her child, her fiancé, her home. She had lost her happiness. It was all so strange and unknown here. The whole world seemed dark and empty. She felt like she was surrounded by fog that clouded everything, her eyesight and hearing, she couldn't feel the softness of the wind in her hair, the wetness of the tears streaming down her face. It was all worth nothing. Before, when things had gone wrong, she'd had a purpose to live. Once, it had been her father, who she had lost, then Jack, who she had lost and her child, who she had lost too. She had nothing anymore. She hadn't even bothered getting dressed today. She was still in her white, almost see-through night gown and she didn't even care. Suddenly, the door opened and Jack burst in, a little damp still, but wearing fresh clothes and looking halfway socially acceptable again. "Have you been sitting here all day?" He wondered. Angelica didn't respond. Jack frowned. It was too dark to tell, but he could have sworn she had been crying. He knew her too well.

"You never told me." Angelica's weak, quiet voice suddenly said. Jack was confused. "What I wanted to hear. You never said it."

Jack chuckled "I've no idea what you 'wanted to hear', love."

Angelica stood up. "Why do you always call me that? It's not true! None of it! You bastard, you never loved me!" She raised her voice. Jack didn't know what the hell she wanted from him. "You need to see a doctor about that hormonal imbalance." He stated dryly, regarding her sudden change of mood. "Why do you always break me like this? I'm not a wench, Jack! I'm not with you for money or fame! I am... I was with you because you meant something to me! But you treated me like nothing!"

Jack's temper rose now. "That's not true and you know it. It's just not working out, 'Gelica! You mean something to me still and you always will, but it will never, ever work out. We're pirates." Angelica silenced for a minute, while Jack undressed partially to go to bed. "Tell me. Tell me you love me, Jack." She broke the silence. Jack tossed his boot on the floor. He hated where this argument was going. He'd never say those three cursed words. "Oh, just SHUT UP! SHUT UP, ANGELICA!" He burst out.

Angelica marched over to him and stopped about an inch away from his face. "Make me." She hissed. There was silence for a few seconds.

Then, he kissed her. He hated it. She always won. He knew he cared for her more than for anyone else in the world.

He carefully carried her over to the bed. The only sound was of their lips crashing together and the wind blowing the curtains around, because the window was still open. He lay her down on the bed, hovering over her and they never stopped kissing. Their naked bodies entwinded, soft moans escaping their lips. "Tell me" Angelica whispered again. He felt her fingers caress his back. She smiled slightly. Her eyes were closed. Jack leaned down and whispered into her ear: "I love you."

They both collapsed into the soft matress and fell asleep arm in arm.

Angelica woke up early the next morning. The sun had just started to rise. Sunrise! They were leaving! She gave Jack a push. "Jack! It's sunrise!" He didn't even budge. Then, to her horror, she realized she didn't have any clothes on. Neither did Jack.

She felt a lump in her throat. Had she really done what she thought she had? She'd promised herself not to! But it had been magical. Magical, quiet, soft, loving. She smiled dreamily. He'd told her. He'd said the three words she'd longed to hear. And in that moment she'd really, really believed he meant it.

Jack's loud snoring brought her back to the present. "Jack Sparrow!" She tried again. No response. She got up, quickly got dressed and made her way back over to the bed. With a forceful pull, she pulled the covers off of Jack's body. The room was freezing cold. Jack sat up straight away. "It's not even daylight yet. What're ye doing?" He groaned. "We leave at sunrise, remember? Come on, there's no time!" She reminded him, shooing him out of bed and tossing his clothes to the bed, where he stood. "I only fell asleep an hour ago!" He complained, clearly overexagurrating. "Well, if you had come up earlier and had not seen that wench, we'd have had much more sleep." Angelica called over her shoulder. She was brushing her hair in front of a very dusty mirror. A half-dressed Jack hugged her from behind and flirtatiously said: "That wench was no comparison to you, sweetness."

Angelica rolled her eyes and headed outside to the bathroom. Jack grinned. That's why he'd fallen for this woman in the first place. At night, she was all cute and flirty and maybe even lustful, but during day she had her fiery Spanish temper and went straight to the point. Straight to business.

Minutes later, she returned. "I'm going to set off now. I'll meet you on Rumrunner's Island, alright?" She declared and earned a nod in agreement from Jack. She gave him a playful smile and kiss on the cheek, then she hurridly closed the door behind her.

About an hour later, the sun had by now risen, Jack checked out of the inn and strolled down to the harbour. His crew was already there. Except the boy from the inn.

"I swear, if that boy doesn't turn up..." Gibbs growled to himself. "Are you talking 'bout me?" The boy appeared from behind a hut. Jack just gave him an annoyed look. "Just get on board." Only one person alive was allowed to have an attitude towards him and that was Angelica. The kid chuckled and boarded the Pearl. "All hands make sail!" Jack bellowed and climbed up to the helm. They'd get to Rumrunner's Island in two days, but they'd have to be fast. Angelica and Arthur had a headstart and Jack didn't want to fall too far behind.

It was midday and quite windy, but no sign of rain or any other storm. Jack had ordered the new kid to scrub the railing of the Pearl and he was currently doing so next to Jack, at the helm. He didn't talk much. In actual fact, he hadn't said a word all day. "What's yer name, kid?" Jack asked him. The boy looked up at Jack. "Lu- ... Lucas. I'm Lucas." He stuttered, obviously a bit surprised the captain would start a conversation with him. "Where're ye from, eh?" Jack continued. "I... uh... I'm from Port Royal. At least, I was. Now I don't really have a home anymore." Lucas started to explain, but Jack interrupted him. "Aye, I heard that pirates attacked Port Royal. Was your home destroyed?"

"Yes, captain." Lucas answered Jack's question. Before Jack could reply, Lucas left him at the helm and climbed down the stairs. He didn't want to talk about it.

Gibbs had been resting half the day, because he would take over the helm at night and Jack could go rest. Normally, they'd stop for the night, but they were in a hurry.

Jack tiptoed downstairs to the brig, where also the crew slept in their hammocks. He peered through the room. He had to cross it in order to get to the barrels of rum. Quietly, he made his way over to the barrels. He squinted his eyes. There, at the very back, a candle was still lit. Jack came a bit closer. It was a crew member. Someone was sitting in his hammock. But it wasn't a "he".

It was a girl.

Jack slowly tiptoed over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, gasping, clearly startled. God, she was beautiful. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes that Jack had never really noticed due to "Lucas"' hat. "What *is* yer name?" He asked quietly. When "Lucas" realized that he didn't sound angry, she replied:

"I'm Luna."