EDIT: 01.06.17

Hello Luvs! Like a hundred years later. I promised myself to never leave a fanfiction hanging, so here I am. Slowly, I will update these stories as time lets me. I have to ask for forgiveness if you will re-read these first 9 chapters as those were "over edited" as I like to call it (making me blind to typos and such stuff). However I hope you'll find the plot amusing.

If you are very well updated already on this, the newest chapter starts from Chapter 10+.

A/N: Hello! I know there are Ruling the Wind and Tides & A Spanish Lullaby that have to be finished soon. But here's a third story from me too. I decided to write a sequel to Como la flor because I got an idea. Hopefully you will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and historical names that might be mentioned. However, the thing I do think is my own idea is the plot of this particular story.

This story is AU like the previous one. This is a Romance/Drama like Como la flor and not much adventure.

Summery: Sequel to Como la flor. Jack Sparrow is now an honourable merchant with a good reputation circulating his new identity. One of his appointments is in London, where Angelica happens to live…

Maybe Como la flor truly didn't end the way we thought...

Chapter I – Where do I begin?

Pirates of the Caribbean

The man from apartment 512

London, England

Lord Christian Lancaster. He was a reputable merchant that owned half of the city. Every royalty was familiar to his name and there were no parties he wasn't invited to. Naturally, it fell upon his newlywed wife that envelopes of the finest gold decorations reached her hand as well. Together they attended celebrations and all were equally found of the Mrs as they were or the Mr. Whenever he was on business trips around Europe, in Paris to inaugurate a new hotel, she'd either join him for publicity or stay home where she would remain the face of the Lancasters.

That day in late October, this Lord was sitting behind his desk in the office room. It was a large house that had cost a fortune to build. But nothing was good enough for the Mrs. Perhaps, she would be alright with a smaller accommodation, but the Mr took every opportunity he could to spoil her. A servant stood statue-like beside the doorway and awaited orders. He watched Lord Christian musingly rub his jaw while gazing over the many papers he had over the table.

A maid would interrupt his work. She stood in the doorway. "Lord Christian."

He mumbled something for himself before looking up.

"There is a man in the lounge room by the name Sir Quentin. What may I address him?"

Lord Christian gave away a content flash. "Send him in here."

"Of course," the maid replied and disappeared. Moments later, the man appeared in the doorway. He lifted his hat in a greeting way. In a light green suit and white wig, his pale face appeared even whiter than it already was.

"Christian," he greeted his co-worker. Christian made a nod.

"Albert Quentin," he stood up and shook Albert's hand. "It's been a while."

"Indeed, a shame I must say," Albert admitted. He followed Christian's gesture of sitting down in the chair opposite him.

"Have you ever heard of this… Captain Zack Jarrow?" Christian asked. Albert chuckled.

"I believe there cannot be a merchant who hasn't heard of him," he acknowledged. "Captain Jarrow sails the seas faster than pirates."

Mumbling something, Christian eventually nodded. "So I've been heard. Seems as if he'd make a good employee and work for me."

Albert nodded. "I can't do anything but to agree, Christian. Although, he is rather expensive I've heard."

"That will be no problem. I've already invited him for dinner and see what type of man this Captain is. These weapons and merchandise I will send to New England in exchange for golden chests aren't ones I am bound to lose."

Albert nodded in agreement and browsed a couple of papers. "I'll be pleased if he lives up to his reputation of not letting any pirates attack his ship."

Christian clasped his hands. "Well, that's why we are hiring him, aren't we? I already sent him a letter."

The Mrs, Lady Angelica Luz Lancaster was a fine lady. In a whipped cream colored dress, a matching hat and similar gloves, she sat in a satin couch in a hotel. Hotel Lanlord. As many boutiques and other companies, this luxurious hotel belonged to the Lancaster family. Close friends to this divine and magnificent woman were Gretel, a woman the same age as Lady Angelica. Gretel Adler was a German woman with red hair and light blue eyes as the brightest summer sky. Together with her husband that had gotten a job proposal in London, they had moved to the big island. She had a daughter, Liza that was about 4 years old. Gabriella Parker sat in another couch. She had long blonde hair with brown eyes. Her pink dress fit her very well and had been sent all the way from New Spain by her husband. He was a governor over there but resided in London most of his time. She had already three sons, Aiden, Edward and Peter, but they were all home with the maids. Lastly was Mary York. She was also married to a man, a rich banker which bank ruled the capitol. She had one son, James.

The fashionable women were all the same age, none older none younger. Only months separated their age of 22 years old.

Mary grinned. "The celebration is said to be extraordinary."

Leaning confidently backwards to sink into the backrest, Angelica wore a pleased expression. "Then we must go."

Gabriella nodded. "Of course we have to. No party becomes a success without us, if I'm not wrong."

"Of course you're not wrong," Gretel retorted. "No celebration turns out well if we don't attend."

Angelica chuckled.

"We managed making the prude Princess dance," Mary stated and caused the other to laugh.

"Oh, I remember that," Angelica commented. She smiled widely and glanced down to her hands. It got stuck on the big diamond that rested on her finger, captured in a golden ring. That ring should have referred to someone else. Someone who she was deeply in love with years ago. But now it represented her husband who she apparently was destined to live with for the rest of her life. Slowly, she broke her eyes from it and returned to the conversation.

At the same time, a lost former pirate had set anchor. His beloved Pearl wasn't wanted anymore. No, the ship was accepted since he had seized it as they said. He was a legal and honourable gentleman nowadays that ran his own business. Gentleman might not be the proper name to describe him, but in public it was often how he appeared. Within the last years, he had gotten a great reputation about him and therefore for once a legal fortune.

Captain Jack Sparrow, known as Captain Zack Jarrow in the eyes of common populations entered London with big feminine steps. His expensive coat dangled over his shoulders quite gracefully when he strolled along the streets. He could have taken a cart to the destination, but it had been a while since the last time he wandered in London. It was a beautiful city, and many things occurred constantly. He was there for business, plain business. Of course he could might as well pass by a brothel later in the day. London had fancy ladies, something that couldn't be spoken about Tortuga. Not that he truly complained. Once in a while, he sailed to that city and celebrated the nights long alongside Gibbs and the crew. Ladies and rum, those two things that made life complete.

So there he was, standing outside the fancy entrance to Landlord Hotel. According to rumours, this Lord Lancaster was the founder of the idea of hotels. Personally Jack saw no benefit in it. A brothel without the goody part. What was the point in that? A doorman opened the door for Jack, and even called him 'sir'. Truly, it was real nice inside. A hotel lobby with a chandelier hanging down from the roof, a big staircase that glimpsed hidden in the background, a big doorframe that led into what Jack supposed was a dining place. Not much furniture was in the lobby, exception a group of couches in the corner were well-dressed women sat. His scanning eyes paused for a brief moment to rest on the one with brown hair, in a somewhat white dress. She had her back though turned against him. Reflections of a certain someone he worked for years ago flashed by his mind. But no, he'd never see her again. Even if he was in London, there was no chance he'd actually run into her. What were the chances of that? Frankly, he didn't want to either. There was no need for it to complicate things further and get back involved in that act ever again.

Smugly, he dropped his large suitcase on the counter.

"What may I help you with, sir?" the man from the staff asked politely from behind it.

"Captain Zack Jarrow," Jack said. It still bothered him slightly he had to use a false identity to not be recognized by his real name. "You should find me somewhere in there," he continued and pointed at the register book.

The man browsed a couple of pages before he lit up. "Captain Jarrow, sir. Your suite is 512 on the second floor," he put a key on the counter.

Jack grabbed it together with the suitcase and left for the stairs. He sure could get used to this rich style of living. Never in a million years did he believe he'd try it. Living rich illegally was definitely not the same thing. It was constant hiding and lots of fighting people off. But legally, he could stroll the streets as anybody and have people serve him just as it pleased him.

The woman that was sitting in the couch, with her back against the lobby, was careful to not slip from the chat. She listened intently to her friends and added humorous sarcastic statements once in a while. It was first when Mary, sitting in front her, gasped when Angelica truly snapped back into reality.

"What?" she asked. When Mary didn't answer but continued staring across Angelica, the Lady looked over her shoulder. All she saw was a lobby consisting of three guests at the counter, a busy staff and a man which back she managed getting a glimpse of before disappearing up the stairs. Nothing odd at all attracted her sight.

She looked back to Mary with a frown, looking like a twin sister to Gretel by wearing same expressions.

"Why the gasping?" Gretel asked.

Mary squealed. "The most handsome man just checked into this hotel, Angelica!"

Gretel rolled her eyes. "You are married, Mary," she reminded her the boring fact.

Shaking her head, Mary was being determined as always. "No, he was really something out of the ordinary," she looked at Angelica. "Please pry among your husband's papers and find out about this man," she begged.

Angelica snorted. "Mary, what are you possibly thinking with?" her Spanish accent was still there. "Certainly not your head."

"He would never find out. You should have seen him. He was very good-looking, I must admit that."

Angelica let out a laugh. "I'm sure he wouldn't attract my eyes at all. Hardly get me in bed as you plan," she shot Mary a teasing look that caused her to slightly blush. But the other two young women laughed.

A/N: Okay, I'm not sure if you want this but I got this idea and had to write it. And it seems as if maybe Como la flor didn't end with that happy ending after all. There might be questions, but I promise you they will be answered along the chapters of this story!

What's your opinion? Did you like it/Hate it?

Now I am free from work and school for a while and therefore I will be able to update all of these stories way sooner. I do promise that!

This was an introduction to what I hope will turn out to a long story!