Jack was looking at the crying woman sitting in front of him. They went way back.

It had started all of those years ago in Sevilla, Spain. While looking for a brothel, he had unintentionally entered a convent and met her. He remembered it well.

She was young, beautiful, innocent. He was young, handsome, but reckless. Nevertheless, they had fallen for each other. Together they had sailed the world, looking for adventures.

But then, he left her. His feelings for her were getting too strong. He had no choice. He was a pirate. Pirates could not fall in love.

Never again had he met a woman like her after that. Once in a while, on a lonely drunk night, he thought of her. What her life would be like. What she would be doing. Where she would be.

And although he had tried to keep his distance, the last few months simply had been about one thing: trying to save her from Blackbeard's evil.

He had succeeded but she was furious at him. She did not want to be saved; she wanted to save her father.

He was not sure what to do now. They had to leave. Everyone had left. He needed to find Gibbs, release the Pearl from its captivity, find a crew, and leave. Now he was stuck with her. But something stopped him from leaving her behind.

"Luv?" Jack tried.

"Don't ever call me that again, Sparrow." Angelica angrily looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had killed her father.

"We need to leave now." Jack held out his hand for her to take but she didn't accept it. Instead, she got up herself.

"Where to? We don't have a ship, no crew, nothing! I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life on this island with you." Angelica looked at him, pain in her eyes.

"I saved ye bloody life not for nothing! And for someone who has known me for many years ye do underestimate me; I got it all figured out. So, either ye come with me now or ye waste the many years ye father just gave ye. I'm leaving." Jack answered her angrily and started to walk away.

He bloody saved her. And knowing him, she should have known what a compliment that was. There was nothing in it for him. He could have drunk from the Fountain himself. He could have lived all those extra years Blackbeard lived if he hadn't saved Angelica.

He heard her walk behind him. They were now back in the cave.

"Where are we going, Jack?" Angelica's voice echoed through the cave.

"Shore." Jack kept on walking.

"Which side?" It was a small island, but the vegetation made it hard to tackle it.

"Doesn't matter." Truth was, it really didn't.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?! You said you had it all figured out!" Angelica yelled.

"I do. How about ye stop yelling at me and just walk." At this point, Jack didn't know why he hadn't just left her. She was bothering him in ways he couldn't explain.

After a few hours of walking, the sun was beginning to set. All those hours, they had walked in silence.

Sometimes Angelica heard Jack curse to himself. She knew him. He hated silence. It gave him time to think. And too much thinking made him go crazy.

It was a mess in his head right now. This whole journey had been for nothing. Well, he had saved her. But apparently, she would have rather died. Why didn't he let her die? Why was he even on this journey? Why did he actually want to save her in the first place? She hated him. And he hated her. Right?

He was put back to reality when Angelica jumped in front of him.

"We cannot continue for much longer." Jack looked at the sky. She was right.

"Ye want to make camp here?" Jack asked.

"Yes." Luckily, Jack had a bag with some stuff, including hammocks and rum. He gave it to her.

"I'll be right back." Jack left. She didn't bother asking him where he was going. He would be back, otherwise, he wouldn't have left her with all of the rum. She prepared the hammocks and made a fire. Not having anything else to do, she sat by the fire with a bottle of rum and waited.

Jack was walking around, listening closely to the sounds around him. He needed to find food. There were many birds around here. He had heard them.

Then he stopped. "Aye, keeping sitting there, birdie…" Jack whispered.

He pointed his gun at the bird. It was almost as big as a chicken.

He was an excellent shooter. Also, with all the tension between him and Angelica, he really needed to shoot something.

Angelica heard a gunshot. She was startled. All of a sudden, the fear of Jack dying came into her head. If he died, how was she supposed to get out of here?

She ran toward the sound. Quickly, however, she was reassured.

"Qué estás haciendo? (What are you doing?)" Angelica said breathlessly.

Jack turned around. He was surprised to see her standing there. She seemed worried about him. That was a first.

"Dinner, eh?" Jack grinned.

After their dinner, they sat by the fire. Still, they hadn't spoken much. Only when it was necessary to communicate, they would talk.

It bothered Jack immensely. He had saved her life. He didn't deserve this treatment.

Angelica was still furious. However, the rum made her realize he was actually not the one to blame for her father's death. Barbossa had killed him, not Jack. What Jack was guilty of was saving her instead of her father. Could she blame him for that? What would she have done if she was in his shoes? The answer was simple: she would have done the same thing. It made no sense. She hated Jack. Right?

"How long until we reach the shore?" Angelica asked.

"About a day, maybe two." Jack answered. He looked at her shortly.

"Ok. Good night." Angelica walked toward her hammock.

"Good night, 'Gelica." Her heart skipped a beat. 'Gelica. It was how he had always called her. Before. When they were together. She sighed. She hated this.