11A/N: Heyy, so I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit, but I hope you enjoy this. Not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I'm just going with it. It's gonna get a lil bit more cheesy and romantic :)
I also want to apolgize to every Spanish-speaking person reading this cringey mess of a fanfic, I don't speak Spanish and I probably didn't even spell the most basic words right, I'm sorry, I tried :(
Chapter 8: Into
"She didn't hurt me." Helen scoffed and stomped out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Jack did feel a bit guilty. He hadn't realized Helen had a thing for him. Maybe it was just the rum, but it sure would make for some awkward interactions the next day. But, how much easier would it have been if he had decided to do what she wanted? He wouldn't have been able to look her in the eye because he would only be thinking about Angelica. Whether what Helen wanted was a fling or a relationship, he couldn't give her either because of that intelligent novice.
He returned his attention to the charts he had previously been studying, not even bothering to close the door.
A gentle knock on said door startled him, causing him to turn around.
There she was.
Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
There she was.
She just stood there, in the doorway, staring at him. She wore a pair of black pants, boots and a oversized, dusty white shirt.
"I... I was wondering where my shirt went." Jack said.
Angelica smiled slightly. "I didn't think you'd miss it as you always wear the same one anyway." "Nothing wrong with that, love." He retorted.
"It smells." "It certainly does now." He grinned.
Angelica tried to bite back her smile. Jack gestured for her to come in, which she did.
"So this is the Black Pearl. Your one true love." She stated.
Jack shook his head. "Not my only love." Angelica gave him a suspicious, surprised look. "My other love is the sea." Jack winked at her. "Why are ye here?" She shrugged. "You told me to make my choice. Here I am." She said casually, but Jack knew as much as she was trying to make him think it was no big deal, it truly was. She had left everything she'd ever known behind and had decided to not only trust a male stranger with her life, but to also sail off with him, a pirate. It went against everything she had been taught and everything she thought to be right. It was a bloody big deal.
"Why are ye here?" Jack repeated, his eyes fixed onto hers. What was he trying to get her to say? "Because I've decided I don't want to spend my life inside those walls when there is so much that I haven't seen yet." She paused. "And because if I couldn't get you to stay with me then I must stay with you. I wanted to come with you." Jack sighed and dropped his gaze. "Angelica. I cannot offer you a safe life. I cannot guarantee your safety."
"I know." She said. "I don't expect you to." Jack was now putting away his maps and closed the door. "Do you want to sleep here? I don't know where you've been hiding all this time, but I think it's best if you stay here for a bit, I don't trust any of those rats I call my crewmembers." He offered, genuinely concerned. Angelica nodded shyly. "I just want to make sure ye know I can't look after you." Said Jack, again.
She chuckled, patting him on the back. "But you already are." She whispered, lying down on his sofa while he climbed into his own bed.
Silence filled the cozy room. Angelica could hear Jack's slow breathing and felt her own quicken. What was she thinking? Had she made the right choice? There was no going back now. She was here now. And although being nervous, she felt comfortable. It felt right.
"Jack?"
"Aye."
Angelica swallowed. "Thank you."
She gradually drifted off to sleep, allowing herself to relax. "Love? Angelica?" Jack cleared his throat. "What?" She snapped and he grinned in response. There she was. The feisty woman he had seen hidden inside the young girl withering away in that small convent in Sevilla. The woman he fell in love with. "How did ye get here?" He sat up now, genuinely intrigued. Angelica rolled over so she faced him. "I ran after you. Took a carriage and prayed I'd make it to Càdiz in time." She paused. "Who was that woman?" For a moment, Jack looked confused. In her presence he had forgotten all about Helena or Helen, whatever it was.
"Oh, her. Helen. Recruited her in Seville. Said she wanted to work here." He replied nonchalantly. Angelica cocked an eyebrow. "Looks to me like the only thing she wants to work on is you." "Jealous?"
"Do I have a reason to be?" She sat up completely now and lit a candle. Facing Jack, she gave him a challenging look he did not like. "Why did you leave, Jack? Why did you leave when you knew I wanted to come with you? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you encouraged me to run away. With you." She said, crossing her arms.
Jack swallowed. He tried to fake a smirk, to play it off, but failed. The former novice furrowed her brow. "Do you really get scared that easily?" She was pushing her luck, testing out the boundaries. Jack got out of bed and put his boots back on. Angelica scoffed. In her mind, this confirmed it. He was running away. "Wow." She commented, the sarcasm evident.
"I already told ye. I can't keep ye safe and I don't want to be responsible for anyone but meself and me ship. Excuse me, I need some air." Jack opened the door, more than ready to leave.
"There is more than enough air in this cabin for the entire crew!" Snapped Angelica.
"What kind of a person do you take me for?" Jack joked, desperately trying to change the subject. "I don't allow anyone to enter my quarters."
"Except for her." Angelica remarked, referring to Helen. To this, Jack pointed his finger at her. "And you." He said and with that, he slipped outside, Angelica hot on his heels.
She noticed him leaning against the railing up at the Pearl's helm. He had his back turned to her and was facing the wide, deep sea. It was mild and calm that night and the full moon lit up the ship with its white, cold light.
Angelica carefully climbed up the stairs to the helm and leaned against the railing herself. They both simply watched the gentle waves crashing against the ship. "Where to are we sailing?" Angelica asked him. "La Martinique. Then, we shall go on to St. Dominique." Jack was facing her now.
Angelica looked away, embarrassed. "Where is that?" Jack smiled. Of course, she was young and had never been outside the walls of her convent. How should she know? "Far away, love. In the Caribbean, where ye get the best rum and have the greatest time of yer life." He gazed into the distance longingly, Angelica watching him. "But... I heard the best women come from Spain." He added, smirking. Angelica felt her face go red and failed to force back the stupid grin that was spreading on her face. Jack gently placed an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Angelica felt light and giddy. And this time, she didn't wait for him to make the move. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. The kiss was affectionate and loving and as much as Jack would have liked to go all the way, he stopped when she pulled away and the two just stood, side by side, watching the world they both in that moment thought was theirs.
"Jack? What do you think Marìa will do when Ana tells her?" Angelica looked up at him, concerned.
"You told Ana? What did you tell her? When did you tell her?" Jack pressed, alarmed. "After you left. She found me crying in bed." She said, making sure the sharpness in her voice was evident. Jack sighed and took Angelica's hands in his, facing her. "Look, you know why I did what I did. I did what I thought was best for both you and me, I tried to find the easiest solution." "Yeah, and the most painful solution." Angelica snapped. "Can we not do this now, please? I'm bloody sorry, if that's what ye want to hear!" Angelica was surprised he had actually genuinely apologised. It wasn't the most elaborate apology, but it was an apology nonetheless. It actually made her feel bad for being this petty, especially since she was fully aware Jack had no ill intentions when he had made the choice to leave. He had even explained it to her face to face before he left.
"I didn't mean to... Maybe we should put it behind us. I'm here now and there is nothing you can do about it." She smiled slightly, already climbing back down the stairs towards the captain's quarters, Jack following her. They had only been on the same ship for an hour and had already had two arguments.
Whatever future they now had, it ought to be interesting.
"Gibbs!" Jack called out for his first mate, who came hurrying out from the brig, a bottle of rum in hand. "Aye, Cap'n?" Jack pointed to the helm. "Mind the boat, aye?" Gibbs nodded a bit reluctantly. He would have preferred to drink some more with his crewmembers, but he respected and liked his captain and he also liked the money he got paid, so he obeyed.
Still, he longingly watched Jack disappear into his cabin followed by his feisty Spanish nun. He chuckled to himself. Who would have thought the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow would end up with a nun? The fact that a nun had fallen for him was frankly quite astonishing, even considering his charms and good looks and all.
But here she was, the nun, aboard the Black Pearl sailing to the Caribbean with Captain Jack.
Angelica seductively took off her boots, smirking at Jack. "Now this is a sight I've seen before." He commented, referring to the incident in Sevilla. Angelica laughed. "You scared the hell out of me." "You seemed more angry than scared, maybe rightfully so."
"I was." She said, sitting down in bed next to Jack. "Ye can sleep in my bed, if ye prefer that." He offered, but Angelica shook her head, knowing him all too well. Jack suddenly jumped up and grabbed a bottle from behind his desk. With a grin he showed it off to her. "Red wine, from France. The French are said to have the best wine." He poured her a glass.
"Gracias." She accepted the glass. "To..." He hesitated, unsure of what to toast to. "To us." Said Angelica. They both took a sip.
Jack found himself once again staring at her, watching her every move. He didn't know what had overcome him, but she was just such a beauty.
"What?" She chuckled, noticing him eyeing her up and down. "Ye look lovely." He admitted. Angelica raised her eyebrows. "I'm wearing an old, dusty shirt of yours, my hair is a mess, my trousers are dirty and I probably smell of sweat." "Ye look perfect." He insisted and Angelica had to look away, feeling the blood rush into her face and she felt light and happy. Jack gently pulled her closer to him, caressing her arm. He brushed her hair out of her face and she smiled at him. "Kiss me." She whispered. "Hm?" Jack pretended he didn't understand, just to hear her say it again.
"Kiss me, Jack Sparrow." And he did.
He lay her down onto the bed, kissing her neck, enjoying being allowed to touch her body. She moaned softly, tugging on his shirt, making him take it off right away. She was nervous, but she knew she wanted this.
Gibbs was doing his job, pacing up and down impatiently, waiting for his Captain to resurface. He sighed, stopping to simply watch the waves and gaze into the distance. The water was black and still. Really, there was barely any wind that night, only the occasional soft breeze. The sky was clear and dark blue, sprinkled with white little stars. But there was another light in the distance, one that was much more yellow and dimmer. Much alike the torches and candles that had been lit around the ship. "Jack!" Gibbs called out. "There's a ship approaching!" No answer.
"Jack?" Gibbs tried again, making his way to Jack's quarters.
Angelica moaned again as Jack swiftly took off her shirt. There was only one thought in Jack's mind; one that consumed him: he wanted her.
As he kissed her, his beard tickled her neck and she laughed, causing Jack to smile stupidly. He realized how he admired literally everything about her. She was perfect. Everything she did was perfect. The way she laughed made him feel warm and it made him laugh too. Her laughter truly was contagious.
This was unlike anything Jack had ever experienced with a woman, for this time he actually loved her. He cared about her. He knew her. In addition, she was also young and innocent and he knew he had to be extremely gentle and careful.
He slowly pulled down her trousers, smilingat her reassuringly, as he could see her tense up slightly. Angelica suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable as she lay naked on Jack's bed. "Please, Lord, forgive me." She muttered, not even daring to think about what Marìa would say if she knew what she was about to do.
"Love, look at me." Jack said and gently placed a hand under her chin. "Are ye sure about this?" He asked, concerned. Angelica swallowed. She looked at him. His eyes, his face. His body. Him. "Yes." "Do you trust me?" Angelica smiled at him. "Yes." He felt even better about this now that she had confirmed consenting. He leaned down and kissed her, which made her feel safe and protected, even though she still wasn't sure if she was doing it right. A sharp pain between her legs made her gasp and tears filled her eyes. "It's alright. You'll be fine." Jack said gently. Angelica was honestly surprised the pirate she knew could be so romantic and caring, but she didn't say anything as she was still trying to force the tears back. "The pain will go away. Look at me, love." Angelica actually pulled him closer to her and kiss him again.
"I'm fine. I'm alright. Really." She reassured him and he could feel her loosen up a bit. So that was it. She was actually in bed with a man. But she didn't feel as bad about it as she had expected she would feel. In fact, she did not regret it one bit. He made her feel alive, he made her feel a way no one had ever made her feel. She loved how she felt and she loved how this felt. She knew Ana would faint if she could hear her thoughts, but she wanted this moment to last forever. At least that was one thing both Jack and Angelica could agree on: they did not want this to ever end. "Jack! There is a ship approaching!" They both heard Gibbs call, followed by the sound of his steps approaching. Angelica couldn't help but chuckle.
"Jack?" Gibbs knocked on the door. "Did you lock it?" Angelica whispered. "No." Jack said slowly.
"Why the hell not?"
"You were distracting me! Besides, if I recall correctly, you were the last person to enter the room." Jack argued.
"It's your cabin! Your door, your key!" She hissed. "Jack? Can I come in?" Gibbs was knocking on the door repeatedly.
"NO!" Jack and Angelica shouted in unison. "I'm bloody busy!" Jack added, annoyed.
"Continue." Angelica ordered, making Jack smirk.
"With pleasure, m'lady."
Gibbs saw neither of them for another half an hour until Jack finally staggered out of the cabin, stuffing his shirt into his pants, a hickey on his neck and two buttons missing from his shirt.
"What appears to be the problem?" He asked innocently while his entire crew was staring at him, some annoyed, others jealous and many simply impatiently.
Larry simply pointed at a ship which was now close enough to the Pearl for them to be able to make out it was one of the Navy's ships.
"Oh, bugger."