Angelica Teach

"I hate you." She said in a surprisingly calm voice. The watery waves were rocking their small boat gently, and they bobbed up and down as they drew closer to the island. 

"The bloke who saved your life?" He was confused, she could tell, but she pressed on. 

"The years I possess, stolen from my own father." Her accent was becoming more pronounced, and the word "father" came out more like "fader." 

"I only helped Blackbeard do what any father should have done." He replied, calm as she was. 

"You are cruel," she snapped, "and ignorant." 

They passed the rest of the trip without a word. Once they had reached the shore, in the blink of an eye, he had thrown her onto the ground, rather roughly. She cried out. 

"One pistol. One shot." He said as he threw one near her head, its silvery surface gleaming in the hot sun. 

"To kill myself before I starve?" She yelled. 

"There's no trusting you luv," he replied, " besides, this is a well-traveled trade route, you can signal a passing ship." He paused. "Or you can just bite the proverbial bullet as they say." He began to walk away. 

"And how will I get free of these bonds?" 

"You broke free of your bonds half an hour ago, waiting for the precise moment to pounce." Without a moment's hesitation, she leaps up and grabs a rather large piece of driftwood, prepared to fight him. He instantly swings around before she can whack him with it. He grabs it, a look of what must seem like disgust, on his face before he tosses it away. 

"Admit it, Jack," she whispered. "You still love me." He paused before responding, continuing onward. 

"If you had a sister and a dog," he broke off. " I'd choose the dog."

"Treasure! There is a chest with jewels! Jewels with the power to rule the wind and tide!" She wasn't lying, she had heard of it, but only briefly. She didn't know much, and Jack didn't believe her. 

"You making that up!" She growled and grabbed his back in an attempt to stop him, to have him see reason. 

"Wait. I am with a child. Yours."

"I don't recall that we ever had-" She interrupted him. 

"You were drunk!" She fought back. 

"I've actually never been that drunk." He turns around and walks forward, toward the boat. 

"Wait!" She cries and grabs his arm. " There's something I want to say to you. Something I wanted to say from the moment we first met." He looked at her, waiting. 

"Go on then." 

"I love you." He raises his hand to her chin, touching it gently. 

"As do I. Always have, always will." He leans in, as does she. At the last moment, she closes her eyes, prepared, but he moves away. "I gotta go." 

"JACK! THIS IS NOT OVER! JACK!!!" She calls again, rage boiling deep in her stomach. She's shaking with rage now, and she picks up the fallen pistol and fires. The crack of a gunshot rips through the air, followed by a splash of water. 

He ducks and flinches, evidently waiting for another shot, then he looks up and shoots to her. 

"Missed!" 

"SPARROW!" she begins to rant in Spanish, it's something she has always done when she grows angry. "Eres malo! Malo Como el demonio!" Jack can't hear a word she's saying, but it helps her all the same, it's like she's flushing out of her system, but rage continues to course through her veins. 

Turning back inland, she scanned the island. Most of it consisted of white sand and beach, but there was a patch of it covered in trees, and shade. Stumbling forward, leaving the empty pistol on the ground at her feet, she made for the shade.  

The ground beneath her changed from gritty sand to soft dirt. The trees created a canopy of sorts above her, it was almost peaceful. The sun was sinking, casting rays of colors across the cloudless, blue sky. Purple, a deep blue, pink orange, and countless other shades rained across it and the water, causing it to almost look like a painting. 

Between that and the slight chirping of birds in the trees above her, it was quite calm. She sat against a tree and sank to the ground. What on earth was she going to do? She was stuck here, the trading companies and ships that Jack had said roamed through here as a pit stop was long gone. So that left out the option of either sneaking aboard or bartering herself on. 

If it was possible to survive on the island, how on earth was she supposed to care for her child? It wasn't, she told herself, not possible. 

The sky was now a deep blue and purple, the lighter colors long since faded. She could see small specks in the sky, the stars. They had returned, one by one, into the night sky, and the moon wasn't far off. 

The waters were now calm, and she could hear their soft pounding on the shore. 

It lulled her to sleep. 

~Hours later~

It was hours after she had fallen asleep under the cover of darkness did something wake her, a noise, singing. Damnit. It wasn't a song, not yet, more like humming. And seeing as there was no one left on the island but here, mermaids seemed to be the only option.

She sat bolt upright, trying her best to see in the blank expanse of darkness. She could dimly hear voices, steaming gently from the ocean waves, but could not make out what they were saying.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to know anyway.

Against her better judgment, she stood up slowly, picked up a branch and crept forward. From where she had risen, she was closer to the beach than some part of the shaded oasis, but she moved forward anyway.

A song, a recognizable one, shot through the still air.

"My heart is pierced by cupid..." She recognized it, sure, but from where, she couldn't put her finger on it.

"...I disdain all glittering gold..." She had heard it before, but where? She crept forward more, and now she was so close to the shore, she could feel the damp sand under her feet.

".....That nothing can console me...." The waves were nipping at her toes now and the water was a kind of peaceful warm.

"...But my jolly sailor bold." Everything seemed to have been wiped from her mind, leaving it in a blissful blank, something she wasn't used to.

Without a warning, she realized that she had dropped the branch she had gripped so tightly had been left alone on the shore, and the water was up to her knees. The singing had stopped, and she wasn't sure why, but the source came not long later.

A head, full of beautiful, brown, wet hair, followed by a set of gorgeous eyes, then a neck, shoulders, until she was almost eye level with Angelica.

"Your name?" She spoke in a soft voice, almost as soothing as her singing. She simply stood there, not knowing what to say until the words finally registered in her brain.

"Angelica. Teach." The mermaid smiled, and without a word, she pulled her under and away from the island, away from Jack, away from her worries. 

My first fanfiction! *Squeal* A special thanks to @XyontC . Amazing person! They got this off the ground! I owe this to them! THANK YOU!!

~Kelly~