A/N: I know what you are thinking - "What is Valenelle doing? Already three stories in progress and now a new one before even finishing the others first?" I already have three stories in progress, right now focusing though on one in particular - A Spanish Lullaby, since it is not far from ending. But I've got lots of things in school which makes it hard to find time to write. I do write of course but it takes more time than I prefer... However, I remembered that I had this story in a map. I wrote this a year ago but debated whether to post it or not. I thought that it could entertain you until I will post a new chapter for A Spanish Lullaby, A man from apartment 512 and Ruling the Wind and Tides.

This story focus more on romance and humor. Of course there is adventure, but I wanted to have a little 'lighter' story.

Yes, this is another takeout of what could happen after On Stranger Tides. I really hope you'll like this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated to the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise.

Summery: Jack and Angelica get married by mistake. Following the events of On Stranger Tides as they experience an adventure to Atlantis. Meet Angelica's mother in law - Jack's mother, who is not so fond of the new Mrs Sparrow.

Chapter I - Estoy soñando de ti

Pirates of the Caribbean

Captain and Captainess Sparrow to Atlantis

Cádiz, Spain

Even though the afternoon sun shone over the costal town, torches were still lit on the walls along the streets. The nightfall would soon occur and then the town would be pitch dark, except for the flames that danced on shadowed walls.

Captain Jack Sparrow and his loyal first mate, also friend, Joshamee Gibbs strolled together among the houses. Usually, they'd get noticed barely moments later after setting anchor in a harbour. But in Cádiz, the population seemed to be too busy and excited over something else to even take a note of the appearance of Jack and Gibbs.

"Are ye sure it be here?" Gibbs asked for what must have been the hundredth time. The chubby man half jogged next to Jack to keep up with the fast and determined pace the captain held.

"'Course I am. Red Ruby was in the harbour."

Gibbs still was not convinced. It did not matter that Edward Teague's vessel was in town. Jack's father was like a ghost. Coming from nowhere at one moment, then be gone in the next. Gibbs had witnessed it several times, thus nothing really told him that Mr Teague had not aready left when they reached the correct bar.

"Last time I met him-."

Jack was interrupted by a man that pushed passed him on the crowded street. "Move out of the way!" he barked irritated and disappeared behind some people. Jack's eyebrows rose and he turned to Gibbs to try again. "Last time I met me dad, he told me-."

Once again he was cut off by a shove from another stressed mister. He was pushed against a woman that immediately yelped out of fear of the ambusher. Before Jack had time to excuse himself, her apparent husband was all over Jack, probably believing he had fiddled with her.

They rolled all over the street whilst the crowd of people formed to a circle around the two fighting men.

"Jack?" Gibbs exclaimed and tried to help his friend out. But he was only kicked in the stomach from either Jack or the other man; he couldn't tell by the tangle of legs and arms.

"Gibbs? Get this man off me!" Jack demanded from somewhere under the man in irritation.

"Aye, aye, capt'n."

Gibbs managed to get a hold on Jack's arm and pulled in it. On his way up, Jack gave a final kick to the other man that also was dragged backwards, eventually held back by others. He spit angrily at Jack.

"¡Eres un bastardo!" he yelled, face red of anger.

Jack shared a confused look with Gibbs but then hurried away from the angered people.

"Wonder what's wrong with this town?" Gibbs questioned out loud.

Jack readjusted his leather hat before opening his mouth to respond, but left it agape when he instead heard two chatting women answer them.

"Could you possibly believe Vivienne, that the duke finally will marry?" the fatter one asked, surprising both Jack and Gibbs that she spoke in English. The other one shook her head.

"It's unbelievable! Who'd want to marry that old, fat mister? Surely I wouldn't!" she responded.

"But I can't wait to see the woman who will! A Spanish beauty they say she shall be."

Jack threw Gibbs a glance. Perhaps that was the reason there were so many people around?

"If so, at that younger age they claim – she must be a wench!" the taller and thinner woman commented.

Jack stopped tracks and balanced on his toes, trying to watch over the crowd of people. Without even considering anything else, Gibbs snatched Jack away from there.

"No time for that, Jack."

Giving him a glare from the corner of his eyes, Jack then followed Gibbs through the boodle. They rounded a corner and managed to get into an alley.

"So, what needed to be said," Jack began whilst they crossed the narrowed alley. "M'dad told me last time that in the church La Iglesia Madrugada," he continued, pronouncing the Spanish words in a very English way. "There's a map. The bloody map we be looking for."

Gibbs then turned to Jack as they reached the end of the alley. "The map we'll show Mr Teague?"

"Aye, Dad wants to point out the directions, but we be needin' to get it firstly."

Nodding understandingly, Gibbs looked over Jack's shoulder while Jack tried to locate where they were. Gibbs read the letters on a building behind Jack that looked like being a church.

"What did ye say the church's name was?"

"La Iglesia Madrugada. Gibbs! Do ye use yer ears?" Jack blurted out in a questioning frustration, but Gibbs only tapped his shoulder. He then pointed over Jack's shoulder.

Jack turned around and faced the well-built church, decorated with embellishments, engravings in the stones and a big cross on top of the tower's roof. Bells were visible in the open area at the top of the tower as well.

They were standing next to the wicket. With a big space between the metal bars it was made of, it caused anyone who passed it to have a view into the backyard of the church.

"Come on," Jack urged and kicked the wicket in, completely breaking the lock that fell to the ground with a clinging sound.

"What if we have to dig?" Gibbs asked and gestured to the ground. "Maybe Blackbeard buried the map."

"That's preposterous. He'd have no time for that," Jack explained and reached the backdoor. He pulled in the handle and with an audible creek, it opened. Gibbs shrugged and joined him inside the room.

With the white gown on, Angelica glowed in the reflection of the mirror put in front of her. The frame reached almost from ceiling to floor, letting the bride have a complete image of herself.

Her embroidered white veil reached far behind her back to the tail of the dress, and her dark brown eyes studied her position carefully.

"It's time, Miss Teach," a lady-in-waiting told Angelica and helped her put the other part of the veil over her face to cover it.

Angelica shot one last glance in the mirror, wondering what she was doing. Trying to come up with an useful escape route, she eventually figured it was impossible by all of the lady-in-waiting that always pursued her like shadows. Even if no manacles hung tightened around her wrists, she felt like it but in freer environment.

Hesitatingly, she followed maids and ladies-in-waiting through the hallways down to the doorway. The chamber inside was big with high ceiling and lots of benches were the wedding guests sat, discussing and gossiping in their great mood. As soon as a fatter lady had noticed Angelica, she began hushing the others and they all silenced as they turned to the bride in the doorway.

One final time, Angelica looked over her shoulder, scanning the hallway for a window she could flee through. But there was none nearby, and the other women that worked for her future-husband were practically surrounding her sides and crowding the space behind her. One of them gave her a light shove, directing her to take a step forward into the spotlight.

Carefully Angelica began walking down the aisle, feeling both frightened and nervous. Whispers were heard from almost every single finer lady that sat among the guests with a content expression, smirking at Angelica whose face was covered by the veil. She had to try to see between the embroidery.

Approaching the altar, she examined the Desgraciado that she was about to marry. A fat, rich man that had bought her from the Englishmen. Apparently, he had a major influence in Cádiz as well. Perhaps it would be better for her children at least. She made a face behind the veil when the thought passed her mind. Babies? With that man? She had never felt so disgusted as she did that moment.

No one precisely cared about her opinions, since without her approval or preparation; the priest awakened her nightmare to face the reality, which instead was a living one.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Don Ricardo de la Vega and Miss Angelica Teach in matrimony, which is commended to be honourable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into…,"

The priest went on with the speech and it made Angelica's vision blur. Not by watery eyes, but because of the dizziness that increased, weakening both her mind and body. Any moment later, she could bet she'd have a blackout from her throbbing heart that pounded way faster than it should.

"…If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

An open offer. Deep in hope someone would shout out their disapproval, Angelica knew that would not happen. She herself could have separated her trembling lips and call out how much she just wanted to be a run-away bride for the moment – but then she'd only get herself killed. The firm and deciding information Don Ricardo de la Vega had told her yesterday still echoed in her mind. About how he'd torture her if she tried to escape or wriggle out of the situation. She had been bought by him – and she was his as long as it pleased him.

"Do you, Miss Angelica Teach; take Don Ricardo de la Vega to be your lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer, for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish; to be faithful to your husband until death parts you?"

Wanting nothing more than to reply 'no', she still spoke the forced opposite. "I do."

Without reading the sentences, the priest continued with the vows for Don Ricardo. After spending so many hours with saying those vowels, he had quite learnt them and instead examined the chamber with an empty look, his mind somewhere else. Then, for the first time, he turned his head back down into the text as he rambled.

"…For better and for worse, for richer, for poor, in sickness and in health…"

Gibbs wandered next to Jack. Both of them kept viewing the rooms which doorways they passed. Somewhere there must be some kind of a room where they could find that infernal map. They were soon out of time. As soon as possible, they needed to head downtown and meet up with Edward Teague before he left.

"Jack. I am not so sure this map is 'round," he told Jack.

"'Course it's 'round here!" Jack confirmed as they entered another room. He then laid his eyes upon a door with a padlock and pointed to it. "It might be in there? A lock is made for to hide secrets."

Gibbs shook his head disbelievingly. "Are ye certain?"

"I am."

The chubbier man folded his arms. "How do ye have knowledge it in fact exists?" he pointed out as if it would not.

Jack rolled his eyes while trying to break the lock on the door. Gibbs began searching among some shelves with bibles.

"I just know."

"Have ye seen it?"

When Jack did not answer, Gibbs' mistrusting suspicion increased. Without feeling need of repeating the question, he sighed. "I do not believe it exists," he eventually said in a determined voice, while opening a bible to see what the infamous book really was about. He flipped several pages.

Raising the tone to a higher level? Well, Jack could do that as well! Annoyed, he succeeded to break the lock and opened the door.

"I do not believe it exists," Gibbs said again, now in a much louder level than before and shook his head. How big were the chances of that atlas truly existing? None he knew had seen it.

"Well," Jack muttered and turned to Gibbs while backing into the new room he had broken himself into. "I do!" he articulated overly loudly.

The voice seemed familiar to Angelica, and it absolutely did not belong to Don Ricardo. She glanced to her to-be husband and observed his astonished expression. Then she heard whispers and gasps coming from the guests behind her.

But the priest had only heard the declaration and continued with the speech.

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

"Hold on!" Don Ricardo barked at the same time as Jack jumped around to see where he was. Apparently, he had entered some kind of a mob again. But this time, people were well dressed and seemed to celebrate something. It did not take long for him to figure out it was a wedding. By the fancy clothes and fine guests, he soon realized it was the wedding everybody downtown spoke of.

Don Ricardo pointed to Jack in an order for his guards to capture the intruder that had come out of a door beside the altar.

"Repeat the vows," he then demanded the priest.

The priest looked up for once and took a bewildered look around the salon, witnessing how the intruder stomped around between the seats with two clumsy chubbier guards on his heels, trying to catch him. Instead, they ended up falling over the guests' legs and tripping over every obstacle.

"I cannot do that," the priest replied. "He accepted and I've already pronounced these to be husband and wife."

Don Ricardo grabbed the fabric on the priest in an upset motion. "REPEAT THEM! You pronounced my future wife together with that scum!" he yelled and pointed at the pirate man that now jumped on the backrests of the benches, causing the ladies to scream in fright while the men tried to be brave and capture him.

"Hold on!" Jack suddenly said and stopped tracks, realizing that they were talking about him. He looked confused with a finger held up. "I'm not married am I?"

Indeed Angelica recognized that voice. She whirled around and lifted her veil over her head. More like threw it over her head in fact. Her eyes met the sight of Jack and she inhaled soundly. And so did the ladies that stared at her with jealously.

One of the guests, a rich lady turned to her best friend and said something that was supposed to be a whisper but still was heard all over the chamber. "So the rumor is true! She is even far more beautiful than the words described."

Jack gazed down to Angelica who was further away at the altar while the two guards reached out for him, still trying to climb over some guests that sat on the benches.

"Good afternoon darlin'," he greeted her with a flirtatious grin and lifted his hat in a greeting gesture. "Lookin' lovely, luv. Like always."

Angelica had no time to answer, and frankly she could not. She was rigid like a stone of shock. Never had something surprised her that much.

Don Ricardo took the event into his own hands after understanding his two guards would never enmesh the man who apparently had stolen his to-be-wife.

He pulled out a sword from a lancer's belt and pointed it to Jack, ready to fight him. Gladly, Jack jumped down from the bench while pulling out his own.

"Mistake, mate," he told Don Ricardo that only laughed.

"We'll see," he responded and began swinging his sword to Jack while the captain fought him back. Chaos burst out among the guests when the women in their terrified mood panicked and crowded to get out of the church and some men did the same while others tried to get a hand on Jack, which was quite impossible. He jumped on benches, strolled around the room and swung himself across the room with a hold onto the chandelier that hung down from the high ceiling.

Angelica watched the scene play in front of her very intently. Turning to the priest, she noticed his astonished expression. "What's going to happen now?"

He tapped her shoulder friendly. "Child of God," he began with compassion. "I cannot remarry you. You are married to that mister now."

A/N: Please understand why I cannot update the other stories for a while. This story can be updated more regularly since I have it finished on my laptop. Only thing I need to do is editing. I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter because I do remember how much work I did put into it a year ago (when I wrote this story). I would be delighted if you left a review with your opinion/s. :) Until next time, beloved readers!