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Post by Angelica Teach on Jun 19, 2011 23:04:22 GMT -5
name: Kat. Age group: 18-25 Number of years rping: Five. Anything else?: Sorry, had to break it into parts since it wouldn't fit as one post. Character full name: Before finding her father, Angelica's name was Angelica San Rodrigo. She 'borrowed' it from a nun at the convent, since she did not have a given birth name or surname. Upon finding her father, she's changed her surname to Teach. Nicknames: None. Age: Forever 35. Accidentally drinking from the chalice with the mermaid tear inside made Angelica immortal. DOB: June 18th, 1710 Where do you belong?: She was born in Spain. Now, she spends most of her time on the ocean. Angelica is slim, with bodacious curves and a “perky” chest area. Due to being so active in the past few years, she’s grown from a brittle young lady into a strong woman. She has thick thighs and arms, which have grown that way from practicing her technique.
It’s hard to believe that Angelica is the infamous Blackbeard’s daughter. She doesn’t share many (if any at all) of his traits. Growing up, Angelica was considered quite pretty. She still is, especially for a woman in her line of work. She has kept herself clean throughout the years, as she still takes pride in her appearance. As for her face, she has one small scar on her upper cheek from a tiff. There are several other mismatched scars on her arms and one on her torso, however. She also has plenty of markings and scars left over from her time in the convent. Nuns aren’t exactly known for their kindness, and did take it upon themselves to beat the young girl when she did something wrong.
Angelica has a long, up-tuned nose, with rather wide, plush lips. Her eyes are wide and bright, and a deep hazel color. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, the same color as her raven hair.
Angelica carries herself with a pride that women in her time were frowned upon for. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her, and it’s quite obvious in her actions. As far as clothes go, she usually wears an off-shoulder shrug, a paisley print vest, knee-high boots and breeches. Often, a waist-length coat will be thrown overtop to match. For Angelica, fashion is not as much of a matter as convenience is. She wears what she’s comfortable in, not to impress. No matter what she’s wearing, Angelica always has two key accessories: her treasured hat and cross necklace.
A master of disguise, Angelica learned from the best. With a little effort, she can disguise her voice and hide her face when she has to persuade someone into doing something she wants them to do. She’ll also go to extra lengths to hide her identity, even if it means hiding her pretty face with a goatee and mustache.
It’s natural for a pirate to be “inked” eventually, and Angelica is no exception. She has one dainty tattoo of Erzulie's veve (a voodoo symbol) on her upper breast. Erzulie-Freda is the voodoo Loa representing love, art, and romance. It’s most certainly shown in her veve, (which is basically her symbol or signature) the figure Angelica has a tattoo of. The inside of the heart has grid-like lines crossing diagonally and straight down. Curvy lines and spirals also surround the grid lines, and also loop outside of the heart. In the top right corner of the heart, a sword is stuck through it, and it reaches the bottom left point. Erzulie is often associated with the Virgin Mary, another reason that Angelica chose the symbol as her first tattoo.
Her second tattoo is on the top of her hand, and it is of a cross. Her third and last tattoo is the number 883, on her right ankle. She has never revealed her reasons for the tattoo to anyone, and she most likely never will, though there is a reason for it. Her favorite psalm growing up was 883:
I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death.
Just because Angelica always viewed the time on earth as short and fleeting, the psalm has meant a lot to her, ever since Sunday masses as a little girl. Now, it pertains to her life and situation more than ever -- only, put into her father’s context. Her father is a troubled man, and he’s done horrible things over the course of his lifetime. His life is drawing to an end, and Angelica has to go the distance to save him.
Angelica also has a very thick Spanish accent. She learned English later on in life, so her heavy diacritic oftentimes overlaps and makes her words hard to understand. Especially when she talks fast -- oh lord, look out for that. Angelica is a feisty creature, to say the least. She won’t hesitate to put someone in their rightful place, especially when they deserve it. Queen Anne‘s Revenge will be her ship someday, so why not take charge now? It’s needless to say that she likes to be in charge -- she gets frustrated when she’s being told what to do. Spending so many years in the convent has effected her attitude and discipline, and not in a good way. Angelica has a very bad temper and doesn’t hesitate to hold herself back. She’s impulsive, and it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. She’s quite careless, especially when it comes to the opinion of her in other people’s eyes. You don’t like her? That’s perfectly alright. While you’re over there pouting, she’ll just be fishing your pockets for your wallet. She doesn’t waste her valuable time hating those around her, when she can either get rid of them for good, or even ignore them. When you’re on Queen Anne’s Revenge, she’s the boss. You’re a guest, and you’ll be treated as such-- except without the hospitality aspect of it.
She comes off as rather cold and emotionless at times. She tries her hardest to be aloof, because it keeps people on their toes. You never know what to expect when you’re with Angelica -- there’s always the possibility that she’ll be sweet and intimate with you one moment, and the next, holding a knife to your throat. Keeping her distance also keeps her emotions safe. She got close to Jack Sparrow, and what happened? She ended up heartbroken and left alone. In Angelica’s opinion, emotions bring on nothing but pain and trouble. Still, something inside of her cannot get the pirate off her mind. She disguised herself as him for a reason, and it wasn’t just because he was the only one she resembled physically.
Still, even though she tries to remain slightly distant, it doesn’t mean her compassionate side cannot escape. Angelica does care about other beings, human and non, and even though her own care is shown, she won’t stand up for the weaker being if something she loves is at stake. When on the journey with Blackbeard, her crew and the mermaid, Angelica was the only member of the crew who actually wanted to give Syrena a chance. She didn’t want to resort to torture in attempt to get a tear, rather, she said they would wait it out. Even though she did want to give it a chance, Angelica didn’t dare speak up and out, for the mermaid’s defense, for fear of losing her father’s love. Angelica will speak up for others, as long as there aren’t consequences for her actions.
The thing about Angelica is that you can never be sure of her intentions from the beginning. It’s right to doubt her purposes, as there’s always the possibility you’ll be stabbed in the back when you least expect it. She’s not a bad person -- she just knows what she wants, and how to get it. To do so, she has to be tricky. She achieves this easily -- after all, she got a lot help from the one and only Jack Sparrow.
Though she learned a lot from Jack, Angelica wasn’t thoroughly corrupted by him. He just had a hand in her personality change. He brought out the bad in her, completely -- before him, however, she was the only nun that slept with a knife under her pillow. Angelica was feisty enough, even as a young woman, to fight for what she wanted. She refused to lay down like a good, young lady and take her fate with no fight. She still does! Now, she just has more weapons at her disposal.
Angelica is sarcastic and fairly blunt. She often blurts out what she’s thinking, without pondering the consequences of her actions. Feelings aren’t a main concern of hers, don’t worry -- she doesn’t care if you’re hurt by her words. It’s just that her words will take her to places that are not good, in the least. If anything, Angelica’s blunt attitude should have gotten her killed a long time ago. Let’s just say that if she wasn’t such a quick thinker, she would have gotten into a scrape that would have ended her life long before actually finding her father.
While her days in the Spanish convent are far behind her, Angelica still takes her faith very seriously. If there’s one things those stubborn old nuns taught her, it was to have faith in God. Even though she’s been a pirate for several years now, she hasn’t forgotten those words of wisdom. Her days in the convent also gave her a sense of family. She will do anything to look out for the ones she cares for. She has faith in all people, even if they show no mercy, like Blackbeard himself. She didn’t lie when she told him she believed he could be saved. Angelica’s years in the convent showed her that there is hope for all.
Despite her religious connections, Angelica is one of the best liars you’ll ever meet. She can lie with a stone face, which is probably a reason you should doubt her from the start. Her intentions are never clear; which, in truth, is kind of sad. When she actually does something (or someone) it (or they) won’t come as easily, because they’ll continue doubting her. As Jack puts it, Angelica tells lies that are truths and truths are lies.
Angelica is fluent in sarcasm. She believes that if you ask a stupid question, you’ll receive none other than a smart aleck answer. She can provide that answer, but you can expect a lot of flack to go along with it. You won’t be getting off scott free with her. Angelica is also quite quick on her feet and is able to think of quick, smart responses in arguments and in everyday conversations. Her attitude oftentimes gets her into trouble, simply because she tends to not stop when she has the better end of a conversation or argument. It got her into plenty of trouble at the convent growing up.
It’s hard for Angelica to let things go. Even before she knew Jack, Angelica was able to get angry and stay that way. She’ll bring up minor details from arguments of the past, just so she can have the last word in. After her little “run-in” with Jack Sparrow, Angelica finds herself holding grudges even longer and harder than before. She’ll especially bring up minor details in front of him, simply to get the sailor’s goat. As long as she’s the winner in this little battle of wits they have going on, Angelica doesn’t mind getting on Jack’s nerves.
Her feelings for Jack are confusing, to say the least. While she’s a very good liar, there is one things he has not lied about, and that is her feelings for the pirate. He was her first and only love (so far), and her feelings for him still thrive. A first love is special, but it is even more-so for Angelica. He came into her life when she was least expecting it, and when it was best for her -- it will be impossible to forget the one that brought her out of her shell. He stole her innocence, but brought upon meeting her own father.
Though Angelica has her faults, she would ultimately do anything for the people (or person) she loves. She never had a father figure growing up, or a family, in general, and while she tells herself it shouldn’t matter, she knows she was missing something growing up. A father’s love is something that cannot be replaced, and when she found her own father, she was overjoyed. Upon finding him, she was willing to do anything to keep him safe and on the earth for a little while longer. She needed him -- and the prophecy declaring his death gave her the drive and determination to find the Fountain of Youth. She wants to make the best of all of his years on earth, and have the childhood she never experienced.
Another aspect of Angelica’s personality is that she’s extremely confident. Once she believes something, she gets it in her head that she is correct. It’s hard to get her to listen to other points of view, simply because she thinks the one she has set in her head is correct. She almost refuses to admit she’s wrong, even when she knows it. It’s one of the reasons she stuck by her father for so long -- she truly believed she could save him from damnation.
All in all, Angelica looks back on her time in the convent with distaste and disapproval. All of those years wasted as a nun, when she could have been true to her life calling: being a pirate. Though she was and still is faithful to the Lord, and she does thank the convent for teaching her to be that way, she realizes that she was never meant to be a nun. She wishes she could have been sailing the seas with her father, and learning valuable life skills -- doing things she enjoys. She doesn’t feel it was fair that she was abandoned in such a way -- and she will resent her mother for her deed for the rest of her immortal days.
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Post by Angelica Teach on Jun 19, 2011 23:05:28 GMT -5
Angelica’s beginnings were quite humble; in fact, she was born into (quite literally) nothing. Edward Teach and Mary Ormond did not exactly share a fairytale romance. In fact … there wasn’t a bit of romance, at all. Mary, a fiery, Latina woman (who happened to be engaged), was captured by the infamous Blackbeard, and forced to become his fourteenth wife. She refused his proposal, not out of fear, but because she was already with another man. A man whom she loved, dearly, and she prayed for him to come save her. Until then, she was left to the non-existent mercy of Blackbeard. The pirate treated her no differently from a cabin boy, and Mary couldn’t stand it. He was secretly fond of her, however, and hoped that the young lady of high class would return the feelings in time.
Though Mary knew she could never feel love for the beast named Blackbeard, she decided she could stall the process and maybe convince him to take her back home. She pretended she would return his love, so long as she could turn him into a proper, distinguished gentleman. At first, Blackbeard chuckled. He could handle anything a little lady threw at him; especially her ridiculous dreams of turning him into a proper gentleman. The thing is, Mary’s nagging became worse as the days went on. The longer she was away from her home, the more she bothered Blackbeard. It got to the point where he could no longer take it. No woman would take the ferocious Blackbeard’s reputation away from him! Not even a beautiful woman. Mary was no exception, and after having his way with her, he tossed her away, like a used handkerchief. Emotional trauma aside, Mary couldn’t have been happier to be away from that beast of a man. … Until she realized, she was blessed with the gift of a baby.
Except, this baby was far from a gift from God. Mary viewed her future child as a devil incarnate -- given to her by the devil himself. Mary knew she couldn’t face her fiancée in these conditions -- especially since they hadn’t engaged each other in such a way, yet, and didn’t plan to do so until after marriage. She couldn’t face him like this!
And so Angelica was left on the step of the Santa Clara church and convent in Seville, Spain, without even a simple note attached to her blanket. No name, no explanation, and no mention of a pair of parents. Shortly after being abandoned, a nun came to fetch the infant and take her to the nursery. Abandoned babies on church steps were not uncommon in those days, and thankfully, the nuns had a place to store the children that were blessed upon them. The orphanage connected to the convent was small and running low in supplies, but the nuns did their best to deal with what they were given. Wards of the state, the needs of abandoned children were the least of a high, government official’s worries. More often than not, the nuns took things into their own hands, and prayed for the best. They did the same with the newest baby in the nursery, and they took it upon themselves to name her “Angelica.” A Latin name, meaning ‘of the angels.’ It would fit Angelica’s future career choice (at least, her first one).
The convent would be her home, and the nuns would be her only family until she reached adulthood. She was taught the ways of a good nun early on in her years -- though, a sharp tongue usually got the best of the young girl. When Angelica didn’t like a rule, she spoke out against it. When Angelica didn’t like the food on the plate being placed in front of her, she nagged the sisters. However, when she tried to get what she wanted, her attempts usually went awry. Instead of actually getting what she wanted, like she expected, Angelica got beaten. One thing nuns were, and still are, known for, is their disciplinary skills. Angelica was not given special treatment. When she did something wrong, she was most certainly punished for it. And with a mouth like her own, she got plenty of bruises and scars over her course of time spent in the orphanage connected to the convent.
Despite being a hard pupil to tame, Angelica was growing into a fine young lady. The nuns in the convent gave her such a sense of home, love, and family, she didn’t find herself thinking about her parents often. It was only natural for her weary mind and thoughts to wander to them; why did they give her up? Did they love her? Didn’t they want her? She liked to think they were sweet people; she created a sugary love-story for them in her head. Her mother was a lady of high society and class, while her father, was a dirty, street thief, who hadn’t a copper to his name. Yet, she caught his eye, and despite all the dirt and grime on his face, her mother could see the good in him, as well. At least, that was what Angelica told herself. Nuns in the convent and her fellow orphans doubted her story -- if her family was so well-off, why did they abandon their baby on the step of a church? Still, a girl with little, to no things to hope for in her future, Angelica held onto her sweet love story. If only she knew that the nuns were right.
The orphanage connected to the convent provided Angelica plenty of people her own age to play with. As a young girl, she couldn’t exactly understand why so many of the older kids (especially her fellow girls) left the convent; it was a home, right? Angelica felt taken care of and loved, and she shared a relationship with God that she would not change for the world. She thanked the convent for that; though she did not have a mother or father, she doubted they would give her the same relationship she had with God now. She didn’t need parents, so long as she had the Lord. She had the option of running from the convent and the orphanage, but she didn’t. She enjoyed the forced Sunday school lessons and masses. She enjoyed hearing tales from the Bible; she could deal with the pestering nuns, as long as she had God on her side. And on her sixteenth birthday, Angelica inquired the eldest and head of the church -- a “Mother Superior” so to speak-- about becoming a nun when she was old enough to take her vows. Her sixteenth and seventeenth years would be spent, studying and learning the ways of a Catholic nun. In her eighteenth year, she would take her vows, and she would become a nun.
The problem with that was … she didn’t feel any differently emotionally. She thought that finally devoting herself to God would fill the gaping hole in her heart. She thought and hoped it would give her the feeling of love and family. Still, she didn’t feel entirely whole, like she should have. Angelica kept her mouth shut. Who would she bring this problem to? It wasn’t like any of the other orphans knew what she was going to -- and speaking rationally with a nun? Forget it.
It was then that Angelica officially moved her (few) things from the orphanage to the convent. She was considered a “sister in training,” so to speak, and she needed a quiet place to study and work. Her room was on the bottom floor, and had a door leading to the outside courtyard so she could sit outside and study. What the nuns and Angelica did not realize was that that door would ultimately lead to the adventure of a lifetime.
However, until that started, things stayed the same. Angelica went along with the other nuns, doing as she was told, still getting her palms smacked every now and then, as trouble was unavoidable with her.
One night, weeks before her eighteenth birthday, Angelica was sleeping soundly, with only the moonlight illuminating her bedroom. A crashing noise awoke her immediately, and the girl grabbed her only means of protection: a knife underneath her pillow. She waited for the perfect opportunity, ready to strike the soul. When she felt his eyes burning into the back of her body, she turned, pushed the man against the wall, with knife in hand and pointed straight at the offender. “Just what do you think you are doing?” She whispered sharply, keeping the point on his throat. Oddly enough, the stranger didn’t seem at all threatened by her knife, or her sharp whispers. In fact, he stayed… oddly calm. She was intrigued by the man’s careless attitude and worry-free attitude. When he finally calmed her down, Angelica found herself engaged in stories of his dangerous daily life and adventures. And after a night of kissing, Angelica asked him to come back the next night. The man was Jack Sparrow, and Angelica would find that he would ultimately change and partially ruin the rest of her life. But he would leave an impact, that was for certain.
Angelica spent the next day, dazed and distracted, thinking of the man that abruptly entered her bedroom last night. She couldn’t focus at prayer, she didn’t eat a bite, and she couldn’t pay attention during her lessons. She only hoped that he would return that night, as she was dying to see him again. She couldn’t even fall asleep, waiting for the engaging pirate. When he entered her room again, she was wide awake, and her heart was pounding. He did come! He must have cared! The night was filled with wine, stories, kissing, and much more, and Angelica went through the same routine the next day. She was feeling things she thought she could never feel, and it aroused and frightened her at the same time. She knew she’d be kicked out of the convent if she was caught with the man, which added another worry to her plate. She didn’t want to lose Jack, but she didn’t want to lose her faith, either. Why did she have to choose?
She almost understood why the other orphans left now. They wanted to live their lives, be free and enjoy relationships, maybe even begin families. Angelica had no idea what she was looking for, so becoming a nun seemed like her best and only option. She did regret it now -- now that she’d found someone she cared so much for. She and Jack had gotten much closer as the weeks went on -- they took their activities outside of her room, to the courtyard occasionally, just for some fresh air. It was magical.
… Until disaster struck. Their romance lasted weeks and weeks so far, and it was still growing strong. The night before her birthday just so happened to be the night Angelica took her final vows to become a nun. She and Jack were making the most of their time together, before she officially had to let him go, in the courtyard outside her bedroom. As a birthday present, Jack gave her a ring with a violet stone inside. It was the most special gift, maybe the only gift, she’d ever received. Her excitement and happiness did not last long, however; as she was giving Jack a special gift of his own for her birthday present, a nun entered the courtyard. catching Angelica in her affair. The sister was enraged at Angelica’s betrayal to the Lord and the convent, and dragged her out of the courtyard with Jack in tow. She wouldn’t have the time to get the things out of her room, and she’d never see the other nuns ever again. All of her hard work went out the window -- for a simple boy. Flustered and hurt, Angelica slapped Jack. He’d ruined everything! What did she have to live for now?! Her ceremony wouldn’t take place in the morning, and she would never become a nun! In rage, she threw the ring, her birthday present, at him. Suddenly, everything she’d ever felt for him didn’t matter anymore. He’d ruined her future, and got her kicked out of the only place she’d ever known! Who did he think he was?
In attempt to calm her down again, Jack placed the amethyst ring on her finger once again, and told her she didn’t need the convent anymore. Angelica would join him on his adventures, and see the world with Jack Sparrow himself. Though Angelica was still upset with him for ruining her plans, she didn’t refuse his idea. She went along with him, believing that they would eventually start a life together. Though she didn’t have the convent to fall back on, at least she had Jack -- the one steady thing in her life (or so she thought). They visited islands together, and Angelica had never been happier. Jack even gave her a second gift -- a promise ring. There was nothing that could break their bond now! She still harbored a grudge at Jack, for getting her kicked out of the convent, but what she had now was so much better. As time went on, she didn’t even bother to mention it anymore. For the first time ever, Angelica knew what it was like to be truly happy, and despite what they thought at the convent, happiness didn’t involve constant beatings from nuns.
Throughout their travels, Angelica and Jack dreamed of finding the Fountain of Youth. They would become immortal, if they could find it. Jack was more interested than she was, honestly, but if it was his dream, she didn’t mind sharing it. During their various trips and adventures, they would search for clues that would lead them to the Fountain. No leads had given them much luck, however.
Another thing that occupied their time together was Jack, teaching Angelica the ways of a pirate. He taught her how to sword-fight, even more cunning tricks, the ways of manipulation and the act of disguising herself during a heist. She could even imitate voices, if needed. It was true, Jack was turning her into a rather tip-top pirate. He even said Angelica already had the wits and brains to be one -- she just needed instructions and tips from the greatest of all. Angelica was enjoying her time in the action. It was different. She wasn’t just sitting on the sidelines, like she did at the convent. She was actually involved, having fun, even. She didn’t mind getting dirty -- she could handle it, just as well as any other pirate. She didn’t even consider herself a lady anymore -- she was a full-blooded pirate. She always had been-- she just needed someone to bring it out of her.
The one thing Angelica couldn’t get the hang of was a gun. She always missed her target by a mile. It had gotten to the point where Jack just kept guns away from her, at all times, simply because she was such a horrible shot. She was just fine with cutlasses though, so he granted her one of her own.
The two weren’t entirely a match made in heaven. For every couple has their differences, and differences bring upon arguments. Jack constantly did things that angered Angelica, and she didn’t hide her feelings. That hot, Spanish temper got in the way of her rational thinking, more often than not, and she gave the pirate quite a few runs for his money. Once, while visiting St. Dominique, she even went as far as to try and kill him! She didn’t succeed, however, as he calmed her down in the usual way, but it was inevitable to keep Jack from flirting with other girls, and it was also inevitable for Angelica’s temper to flare. The two somehow almost always made up in the end, of course. Almost.
Though she was far away from the convent now, Angelica still kept her faith strong. Even though Jack didn’t oblige in prayer and worship with her, Angelica didn’t mind. One thing she would always stay faithful to was the Lord.
Though there was one thing missing. Angelica had never felt the love of a family, something she was interested in, now that she was out of the convent. Her intense wonder and curiosity about her mother and father led Jack to take Angelica to Cuba, where they would inquire the mysterious Tia Dalma. Angelica waited outside the little shanty while Jack ‘negotiated’ with the voodoo priestess, and once he was done, Angelica went in. This time, Jack waited outside. She was never quite sure of what Jack did to persuade Tia to give Angelica a reading, and she probably never will. While inside of the little shack, Tia revealed Angelica’s parents. The Spanish woman listened intently, as the tale of her mother and father unraveled. Since the birth of her first and secret daughter, Mary Ormond did find her fiancé again, and she shared the great injustice of being kidnapped by Blackbeard with him. Unfortunately, Angelica would never get the chance to meet her mother. During her second child birth, Mary had gotten a case of pneumonia and died. Though Angelica was still curious, she didn’t have much of a desire to meet someone who did not want her own daughter.
The second prophecy was of her own father. Angelica still listened with an eager ear, though she was rather disappointed in her mother’s tale. She never would have the chance to know her, but she had to think of how unfair it was. How hurt she felt, knowing that she wasn’t desired by her own mother. What did intrigue Angelica, however, was knowing that her mother had been kidnapped by pirates -- Blackbeard, at that. Jack had mentioned him before, and told her that he was perhaps the meanest pirate of all. To think that her own mother was associated with him made Angelica frightened for her…
Finally, Tia’s final tale began, and revealed to Angelica that she was, indeed, the daughter of the pirate, Blackbeard. It almost made sense now, why her mother gave her up. When she was captured by the pirate, he impregnated her. She was engaged before, so she couldn’t face him. Angelica didn’t believe that gave her the right to give her up, but still. She could see why. If Blackbeard was as horrible as he described, she could understand it. She almost felt worthless -- she was the daughter of a pirate. Her mother didn’t want her. What good was she? But leaving Tia Dalma’s shack, Angelica had one goal in mind. She would find her father. She would have the experiences she didn’t have as a child. At least he was still alive-- Angelica was willing to make the most of his time on earth. And she would bring Jack with her.
Angelica thanked Tia Dalma for her time, and exited the shack, expecting to see Jack waiting for her. The odd thing was, he was nowhere in sight. She called out for him, even looked around all of the surrounding areas. Jack Sparrow was nowhere to be found. Returning to the dock, she realized that his ship was gone. The Black Pearl -- Jack wouldn’t leave without it. Which could have only meant one thing. He had left her. Stranded in Cuba, with only a sword to defend herself.
After a night of pondering what to do (and aplenty of cursing in Spanish), Angelica made her way back to Tia Dalma’s shack in the morning. She had another favor in mind to ask for. “Tell me…” Angelica breathed, busting through the flimsy door. “Everything you know about the Fountain of Youth.” Only this time, Angelica didn’t have Jack accompanying her. She would have to pay for this foretelling. Without any reluctance, Angelica slammed the amethyst ring down on Tia’s table. The ring Jack gave her as a birthday present. She hadn’t taken it off since she received it, and she almost felt naked without it. Still, she was so angry at him, she didn’t even care. She could do without that stupid pirate, and his stupid gifts to her. The one thing she couldn’t bring herself to part with, however, was the promise ring. That would stay on her for the rest of her days, if she could help it. “Now. Talk.”
Tia revealed that in order to find the Fountain of Youth, one needed a mermaid. In particular, a mermaid’s tear. The other thing needed were two silver chalices, hidden by Ponce de Leon himself. Both chalices needed water from the fountain, only one needed the mermaid tear. The one who drank from the chalice with the tear inside would receive all the years of life from the other. It was much more complex than Angelica ever thought it would be. She thought it would just be two sips from the fountain, and then the recipients would be young forever. Apparently, not. She wondered who set these rules, oh-so long ago when the fountain was discovered.
Tia had a second note about her long-lost father -- a prophecy that would mean the death of him. Her father would meet his death at the hands of a one-legged man. She did not know when, which would make it harder to save him. Angelica was determined, however. She had to find him before the one-legged man -- whoever he was -- did.
Angelica left Cuba with a new mission. She would find Blackbeard, and let him know who she was, and save his life. Together, they would find the Fountain of Youth. But first, she had to find a ship. And for a ship, she needed a crew. Tia gave her a general idea of where her father might be, but it wasn’t exact, which still left a great deal of mystery to Angelica. As a pirate brave, she was sure her father was constantly on the move, as well. Which meant Angelica had to move quickly, even if she just wanted to catch a glimpse of the notorious pirate.
Being stranded and alone led Angelica to her first criminal act. Before, Jack did most of the illegal things, for sake of keeping her unsoiled and innocent. However, she was alone now, and Angelica knew there were things that had to be done in order to survive. She saw a rather dopey looking, ugly young man, wiping down his boat after a long sail, and she let a few words run through her head: What would Jack do? Probably exactly what she was about to do, had he been a woman. “Hola,” She purred, leaning against the small ship, most certainly catching the sailor’s eye. Dumbfounded, he stumbled over his words, but managed a hello to her. “What a nice ship you have… I am certain you are quite the envy of other sailors, yes?” She smiled enticingly at him, to which he nodded eagerly. Angelica dragged a hand over his chest, but then climbed into the boat before touching him any longer. “Why don’t you run into the bar,” She signaled to the tavern, a few feet away. “Get us a few drinks, and we shall discuss your adventures?” Another enticing smile flashed. “Now, how does that sound?” Leaning over the railing, Angelica ran a hand down his fat cheek. He was buying it, hook, line, and sinker.
“I’ll… uh… I’ll… b-b-be right back!”
With that, the stubby man waddled off, checking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and even stumbling over a few astray boards on the boardwalk as he ran. Angelica kept her fake, tempting, teasing smile on her face, but as soon as he was out of sight, she wiped it off. Knowing that idiot, it would take quite a while to get a few drinks, but she still didn’t have time to waste. Her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling, but she was enjoying every minute of it. Maybe this was what Jack felt like when he committed a dirty deed. Still, she couldn’t stop a triumphant smile from overtaking her face. How significant she felt, knowing that she had power over someone like that. By the time the poor man arrived to the dock once more, Angelica was long gone in the distance.
The next several years involved of Angelica living day-to-day and wit by wit. Because she was a woman, it was much harder for her to gain the respect of her peers. She learned quickly that she couldn’t just waltz into a bar and demand respect and a crew. She had to earn the respect of the people around her. She was constantly thinking of Jack, however, as she was always using simple techniques she learned from him. When she had to dress in disguise to sneak on a ship? When a tiny fight broke out in a bar, and she had to fight? When she heard the sound of a gun-shot, she thought of how he constantly made sure to keep guns away from her because of her shoddy aim. Thoughts of him were unavoidable, even when she was sailing on the open sea.
Angelica disguised herself as an elderly pirate, along for the journey with a captain that wasn’t quite so famous. She had hopes that she would run into her father along the route, maybe even jump on board with him. However, she didn’t get to see much daylight where she was at. Down below, swabbing the deck didn’t give her much of a chance to look out for Queen Anne’s Revenge, her father’s ship. Eventually, Angelica became tired with all the manual labor she was being forced to do and gathered her crew members one night. They would have a mutiny against the bore of a captain. She had plans to take over, and chart the course to find her father. They were going in completely opposite directions; by word of mouth, she found out Blackbeard was headed east, while Angelica and the crew were headed south. She would have to turn the dusty, creaky old ship around if she wanted to find her father. The crew was gullible and did as they were told: raiding the ship, but keeping things nice and clean for whomever took over. Angelica, in other words. Once the mutiny was over, Angelica took over the captaining duties, still keeping her disguise on. If they found out she was a woman, the crew would have quickly gotten rid of her in ways Angelica did not want to imagine. Still, she tried not to let the fear of what might happen get to her, as she sailed east -- to London.
Arriving in their destination, Angelica got off the boat quickly, and basically abandoned the crew she’d worked so hard with to arrive there. If she had to do it again, she would. Her main concern was still finding Edward Teach. After searching a few bars and asking around, Angelica found that Blackbeard had already left these parts, and set sail once more. Two years had passed since her search last began -- who would have ever thought that it would take this long to find a notorious pirate?
The next several years, Angelica spent her time doing things she still isn’t exactly proud of. She entered the world as an innocent, sweet, wide-eyed nun -- and now, she was an inked, hardened, experienced young woman. She was twenty-five year old who subjected herself to a harder life, all because of a boy. She had betrayed and manipulated, but she still prayed for forgiveness every night. It had been seven years since she’d last seen Jack, but the ritual for the Fountain of Youth was still fresh in her cranium. If she ever met him after finding her father, she would rub it in his face -- they were to be immortal, and he wasn’t! That would show him for leaving her.
Angelica was actually surprised things had gone so smoothly for her. Every time she’d been caught, she managed to escape by her wits and get out of the potential bind. She was a rather good pirate, if she could say so herself. She was having fun along her adventures, and often wondered how she would have turned out if she had stayed in the convent. She wouldn’t have been as wise, as edgy, nor as hardened as she was in the present.
The search for Blackbeard was never ending, and before she knew it, Angelica had been searching for ten years. Every time she landed on a port Blackbeard was supposedly seen at, he was already on the move again, which led Angelica out to sea once more. The girl was still managing, and learning the ways of the pirate world as she sailed the seas. Jack still entered her mind every now and then -- she wondered how he was faring. She wouldn’t doubt it if he’d been killed by now. She could understand why, too. He was conniving and manipulative, and she still harbored a steady grudge at him for ruining the thing she’d worked her entire life for.
Angelica found herself sneaking on board of yet another ship, but what she did not realize was that it would bring her to the destiny she’d desired for seventeen years. Whilst working below deck (cleaning, more than likely -- Angelica usually did odd jobs on ships she snuck onto, just to appear as though she was part of the crew. When hired to be a crew member, of course, manual labor was expected). Her disguises were still quite helpful -- though Angelica did often show her true gender when she was on the open ocean by herself, or even temporarily captaining a miniature ship, she mostly stayed in disguise. Women on ships were bad luck after all, and while Angelica knew that was rubbish, being drowned or killed didn’t exactly sound all that fun. After a few days on the ship, as the sun was setting and the crew was beginning to rest, a passing, enchanted ship with zombie crew members. Queen Anne’s Revenge, read the hull, and Angelica twitched -- where had she heard that name before…?
Angelica tried to run. She hid in every crevice and cranny she could think of, off the top of her head, and even tried more clever approaches. But those zombies were determined -- and actually quite frightening. One pulled off the fake beard she sported, and dragged her to the quarterdeck, where her crew members were also taken and bound. Upon revealing that she was a woman, the crew laughed, and almost shuddered in shock that a faithful crew member was and had been a woman the entire time. In the midst of the crowd was Blackbeard himself -- her father.
Was this the man that she’d been searching from for seventeen years? An old, chapped face, a frizzy beard, dark as the sea, with wrinkles even deeper than it? Was it really her father? She did not share any of his features -- but she shared the features of someone he knew. Blackbeard himself could see Mary, the woman he’d once cared for -- in this young lady’s face. A Spanish beauty, with raven hair and big, brown eyes. However, Blackbeard was no fool -- women could share features, though they were not related. He had to be tricky with this one. He asked Angelica the name of her mother, to which she replied “Mary Ormond. I did not know her, nor did I know my father. But I have heard he was the notorious captain of Queen Anne’s Revenge. Blackbeard.” Angelica didn’t make eye contact with the man until saying his name. Blackbeard then demanded that the girl would be taken to his own ship, while finishing out the work he’d begun on the boat she currently resided in. Along her short journey to the man’s enchanted ship, Angelica heard the screams of crew members she’d worked with for days. What happened to them exactly, she’ll never know.
Once Blackbeard arrived on the boat, he met with Angelica, and at that time, she told him everything. About growing up in a convent, about turning into a conniving pirate, about the things she’d done, her meeting with Tia Dalma, and her discovery of him being her father. The two things she did not mention were Jack Sparrow, and the ritual for the Fountain of Youth. Until Blackbeard himself confirmed her information, she would not share the ritual. It didn’t take Blackbeard long to remember her mother -- Mary had been a feisty woman, one that was hard to forget. He was glad he’d gotten rid of her, however -- but what he did not realize was that he blessed her with a child. He could believe it, however, and embraced his daughter, almost lovingly. Angelica, though shocked at first, returned the sentiment. Now, it was time to reveal the ritual. “Now, my dear … father. I have information that will gain us back the time that we have lost. A ritual -- a “password,” if you will, for … The Fountain of Youth.”
She told him everything she knew about the Fountain -- except the location, itself. That was the one thing she did not know. Perhaps Tia had told her, and her memory had grown foggy -- either way, it was so long ago, Angelica couldn’t recall. But the ritual was still very clear -- the two chalices, water from the fountain in both of them, one with a mermaid’s tear and one without. They would need a victim, of course, as they could not and would not take the life from one another. At least, Angelica convinced herself that they wouldn’t. She also revealed the prophecy to him -- at which, she was shocked the one-legged man had not found him already. It turned out that her father had already heard the prophecy, from his foreseeing quartermaster. That was even worse -- because the prophecy had been told twice, it meant it was sure to be true. Not only did she have to get him in touch with the Lord, but she had to save his life by getting him to the Fountain of Youth before running into the one-legged man. Angelica believed that everyone could be saved -- even her old seadog of a father. Despite the bad things he’d done, Angelica believed there was hope. There had to be -- at least so she could have the father experience she’d always dreamed of. They had everything they needed for their journey to the fountain -- a glass case for the mermaid they happened to entrap, food, water -- everything except the chalices from Ponce de Leon’s ship.
They decided that they’d need a special crew for the very special mission. Putting out the word that they were searching for the Fountain of Youth would draw in a number of interested clients. Angelica just hoped it didn’t attract the wrong ones. She could understand the hopes of finding the fountain -- upon finding it, everyone would get a drink! They just wouldn’t know the exact rules for it -- the rituals, the mermaid tears. However, working for Blackbeard wouldn’t give the most friendly, attractive welcoming message. They would need a bit of a kinder name, someone with a better reputation. Angelica could think of someone, someone whose likeliness she could pull off perfectly.
Blackbeard already had his zombies in line, at which Angelica wasn’t supposed to ask about. She was promised that they would be kind to her now, and they had been, so far. She had no complaints about them, though they were odd and slightly frightening. However, it would certainly keep the crewmembers in line, and Angelica could deal with that. She had been promoted to the first mate of Queen Anne’s Revenge -- the highest position she’d ever held on a sailing expedition, let alone when she was not dressed in disguise. Daddy’s little girl always got what she wanted, and Blackbeard made sure of it. Angelica was given the finest treatment she’d ever received on Queen’s Anne’s Revenge; Blackbeard gave her the best he could manage, and for Angelica, that was enough. She was liking this -- an actual family, a place she could call home. She didn’t even care if Queen Anne’s Revenge was the only place they had to consider “home” -- with her father, it was enough.
Blackbeard entrusted his daughter with practically all of his secrets. Once taking her upon Queen Anne’s Revenge, he revealed a cabinet of ships in a bottle. At first, she thought it was the man’s hobby. Something he did to pass the time when he was on the wide open sea. It seemed rather odd that a man as cruel as Blackbeard made ships in a bottle… but getting closer to the trinkets, Angelica realized they were not normal ships in bottles. Stormy weather inhabited most of the bottles, with rain and lightning gleaming through the glass. Getting closer to one of the ships, she recognized the features in one especially. The Black Pearl -- Jack’s ship. For a while, she wondered if Jack himself was on the boat. She convinced herself she didn’t need to worry about that. She convinced herself that she didn’t care. Still, she wondered how many people her father had entrapped in those trinkets. She wondered how he did it. Upon asking, it was the one secret he refused to tell her. She supposed it was voodoo powers -- how else would he be able to zombie-fie crew members? Blackbeard did explain that he kept each ship he raided as a prize. She just wondered how long the Black Pearl had been in his possession.
Before their destination stop, London, Blackbeard raided quite a few passing ships and islands. Killing torturing every member of the crew, Angelica regrettably had a part in it. She’d done worse over her years, she supposed -- but she still felt bad, as these people were innocent. They captured certain, strong young men for their own journey, and made them work as slaves. Most did not make it -- in fact, most were eventually killed. But the one Angelica would not allow them to kill was a missionary -- a man of God. She did not know his name, but she had caught sight of the Bible that had managed not to escape his grasp. Instead of killing him, he would be tied high, high above, to the mast for the remainder of their journey. It was a bit kinder than torturing and killing him for believing in God, but not very humane, in the least. From then on, his fate was out of her hands. She was lucky her father even allowed him to live, simply for being a man of the Lord.
Upon arriving in London again, Angelica settled in a pub called ‘The Captain’s Daughter,’ with Scrum, a pre-chosen crew member, dressed as a pirate from her past-- Jack Sparrow. She pulled off his likeliness quite well, she thought. A goatee and soul patch, dreadlocks, an imitation of his outfit the way she remembered it… she could disguise her voice, but thankfully, interviewees would not be getting too close to her. She would be recruiting from the shadows, under Jack’s name. Along for the ride was Scrum, a man who happened to work on the ship. Her father and the rest of the crew settled in the port, while managing to keep himself out of sight while she did the dirty work. She would have rather gotten caught over her father, anyway.
For weeks, word spread of the infamous Jack Sparrow forming a crew once again. Pirates and wannabes flocked to Angelica in hopes of being on the pirate’s crew. Nobody suspected a thing -- and because Angelica only chose the best for her selective crew. She would travel back and forth from the pub to her father’s ship at night, making sure that no one was following.
Much to her surprise, Angelica ran into Jack himself a few weeks into recruitment. Her feelings upon seeing him for the first time in years were overwhelming. Something inside of her wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. A small, small part of her wanted to run into his arms again. Another part of her was glad that he wasn’t trapped inside of the Black Pearl in a bottle. The dominant part of her won -- Jack’s clone engaged in a swashbuckling fight with him, mimicking his every move. Every move that Jack himself taught her. It was amazing, how he looked exactly as she remembered him after so long. She supposed she did, as well -- maybe a little bit more older and less naïve, but one could tell: She was still Angelica. And Jack was still Jack. Angelica made sure to hide herself in the shadows as their swords clashed, using every advantage she’d ever learned among her several years on the road, and from Jack, against the pirate. They even ended up on the ceiling boards! But after a long, rather engaging and interesting battle, Jack stopped their fighting. “There’s only one person who knows that move.” And then, he kissed her -- for the first time in seventeen years, Angelica felt the kiss of the man who’d ruined her life -- it was glorious.
Still, she couldn’t let the kiss get in the way of her unfinished business. “Hello, Jack. Are you impressed? I think I almost killed you once or twice there.” She pulled off the beard and soul patch, popped her coat open, and revealed her true self to him. She didn’t have to disguise herself around Jack -- he already knew all of her dirty laundry. While they were one-on-one with each other, Angelica would go fishing -- for information about the fountain. Jack didn’t know anything she didn’t already know -- but he was tricky. Jack was unpredictable and kept her guessing. She enjoyed that about him. She always had.
They’d received a warning that the guards were busting down the pub, and she and Jack drew their swords. She could tell automatically who brought the guests along. “Friends of yours?” She asked, a rough edge in her voice. “I may have unintentionally slighted some King or another.” Jack mumbled. Of course. She couldn’t expect anything higher of him. It was Jack, after all. He hadn’t changed, and when she noted this aloud, he wondered if she implied the need to. That was when her temper flared. Angelica didn’t care if the King of England himself was breaking down the door -- it was time to let Jack Sparrow know the pain he’d caused her over the years. “Yes. You betrayed me. You seduced me and you used me. I was innocent of the ways of men.” Much to her surprise, he doubted her innocence! As though she’d been with someone else before him! He wished. He just didn’t want her to harbor a grudge towards him any longer. The beating from behind the door increased as the seconds went on. They didn‘t have much time to spare. And though they were ready, their arguing continued as the guards broke through the doors!
They slashed through bottles of ale, distracting the guards, and while they were busy drowning, Angelica slashed a lever, releasing herself and Jack through a trap door and into the River Thomas. Even when they were out of the tavern and dog-paddling for their lives, they didn’t let the subject of the fountain die. It was then that Angelica let Jack in on the last and final key to the Fountain of Youth -- a mermaid. Exactly at that moment, one of her father’s zombie crew members shot a tranquilizer drug into Jack’s neck, which would keep him knocked out for at least five days.
Scrum and the zombie towed Jack back to Queen Anne’s Revenge, and settled him in the crew’s quarters. Angelica didn’t want to think about him for that moment. She cleaned herself up, and went to bed, and hoped that she would dream Sparrow-less dreams.
Angelica went about her business as first mate for the five days Jack was unconscious. She didn’t mind being the one, watching as the crew members did all the work -- usually, she was among them. Now, she was watching over them. She loved being in charge.
On the morning of the fifth day, as soon as the other members of the crew woke up, Jack was there with them, and unhappy about his lowly status. He would have to deal. Maybe, if he hadn’t toyed with her heart so long ago, she would have moved him to a higher position -- maybe.
Later on, Angelica went below deck to retrieve some supplies, only to be met by Jack. Before she could even blink, he had a hook to her throat. Of course Jack was nervous about being onboard with Blackbeard -- he always did seem a bit skittish upon hearing his name, even when they were younger. However, Angelica had a certain advantage with the notorious captain now. She explained her family ties to Edward Teach, only made herself seem like she was lying to him. The second thing she revealed was the prophecy of her father’s death and the one-legged man. The one-legged man had not gotten to Blackbeard yet, and Angelica was planning to keep it that way.
She and Jack parted ways after their little exchange, and Angelica went to her cabin to relax for the first time since the morning. What she did not expect was that there would be a rather large disturbance that night: a mutiny. She slept soundly, not even dreaming of Jack, until he slipped into her bed, sneakily. That made her wonder… was this a dream? She gave him instructions of what to do in case it was a dream … however, Angelica was snapped into reality rather quickly. She grabbed her sword, ready to face the fighting masses, but Jack locked her in her room before she even got close to getting out! Enraged, she poked her sword through the door, hoping it hit him -- preferably through the head. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky. He left her, locked in the cabin, while he joined in on the mutiny.
Angelica managed to break through the door, partially ruining it, but she didn’t care much about that. Now, she had more important things to worry about. With her sword in tow, she began fighting off the mutineers as they came at her. Her father would be infuriated, she was sure, and they wouldn’t like the outcome of that. Blackbeard’s wrath showed no mercy. Two of Jack’s henchmen restrained Angelica, disabling her from fighting any longer. She glared at their leader from the grasp of the oafs -- Jack knew no boundaries. When her father stepped out from his cabin, she felt relief -- finally, someone would stop this! Her father would stop them from even thinking of mutinying against him ever again.
Slithering ropes wrapped around the mutineer’s legs and arms, restraining them. Angelica never knew her father’s powers could do things like this -- she watched, mostly in shock, at the sight before her. The one who was not hanging, aside from herself, Blackbeard, and the faithful zombies, was Jack. Her father slashed a sword through the rope restraining him. Because he was the leader, Jack would face a pistol shot from Blackbeard himself -- but Angelica had to stop him before he got too shot-happy. “Remember, father -- we need him.” And they did. Before she could convince him any farther, Blackbeard aimed his sword, but a strong voice called out from the crowd: “COWARD!” It shouted. It was the cleric. Someone had managed to free him during the mutiny. The words the missionary spoke were true, and Angelica agreed with most of them, if not all of them, but it only made her father angrier. He was ready to kill the young man once again, and Angelica stepped in, saving the boy’s life once more. She would not allow it. And so the cleric’s life was saved once more -- but Blackbeard’s blood was boiling, and someone’s fate would perish that night, if he had his say.
It happened to be the Cook’s fate. Lowering a dinghy to the water, the young man would paddle for his life, simply for standing watch during the mutiny, and letting it go on. The man was not far at all -- but Blackbeard didn’t plan on giving him enough of a chance to get away. He fired the Greek fire devices, and while the Cook tried to duck, his efforts were useless. The dinghy became a blazing inferno in less than a few minutes. Angelica could not watch this -- her stomach was churning and her nerves were shaken. She turned her back and headed downstairs, and would stay there until the madness was finished.
She couldn’t sleep, not after all the goings-on that happened that night. How could she possibly save the soul of her father when he wouldn’t give anyone a chance? Why was she even bothering with this? Angelica had to remember how far she’d come -- how long the journey had been to find her father, and what she was willing to do to save his life. She needed to speak to him. She would most certainly be more cautious of her crew from now on, which was why she made sure to keep quiet as she made her way to her father’s cabin. From inside the room, she heard a familiar voice speaking with her father: Jack. And of course, he was speaking about her -- as though he was trying to warn the pirate that his daughter would betray him. Like her father would believe that. “Sir. What she is, is pure evil. More to be feared than a wild beast. HUNGRY wild beast, with gnashing teeth! Vengeful, hungry, from hell, beast --” She’d had enough of these lies. Angelica busted into her father’s cabin, stopping Jack’s trashing in its tracks.
She saw the voodoo doll of Jack in Blackbeard’s hand, and she knew where this was going. Jack had no other choice but to help them, now. Angelica wasn’t as concerned about keeping an eye on him now, just because she knew he wouldn’t go anywhere. Once she was finished speaking to her father, Angelica went to her cabin to change her clothes, into something more comfortable and suitable for the night. Upon arriving on deck once again, Jack met her, with a bottle of wind in hand. Scrum played his mandola for a romantic effect, and a single candle was lit. This seemed very familiar … he wanted something. And she knew exactly what: the ritual for the fountain. Engaging in a dance, she told him all he needed to know: the tear of the mermaid, another soul to take the years from… but she also revealed something else Jack had been aching for. She led him to the cabinet her father showed her, of the ships in their bottles. Jack recognized the Black Pearl off the bat. She promised him his pick of the ships, so long as he helped them on their journey.
It was also then that Angelica revealed to Jack that she was his real daughter -- how she found out, Jack didn’t need to know. All he needed to know was that she was no imposter, but the real deal. Though it wasn’t like she had time to explain her father-less troubles any longer -- they arrived in Whitecap Bay, a place where mermaids resided, before even having the chance. Angelica, Jack, her father and his zombies waited at the lighthouse, while sending out a boat of crew members to lure the mermaids in. Word was that mermaids enjoyed hearing singing, and Scrum obliged in singing a nice tune.
They waited, and waited, and waited and waited. There hadn’t been a single splash, and the crew members were growing weary and tired. Out of seemingly nowhere, a single mermaid popped to the surface -- Angelica watched from the shore, with deep interest. When the other rose to the surface, others followed -- one by one, they came to the surface. “There they come!” She pointed to the creatures. She and her crew did not expect the chaos that the mermaids would make. Angelica had heard tales of them -- she knew they were bad, she just didn’t realize they’d lose half of their crew in the process. Pulling Scrum underwater, the first mermaid revealed her fangs -- which was when the others did, as well. This led on to full-on attacks on the crew, and the mermaids revealed weapons other than their fangs. Tentacle whips, dragging sailors to their doom. The crew on shore cast their nets into the water, hoping that a mermaid would swim into it. Angelica and Jack struggled to get onto higher ground, but she felt a whip pulling her down. She was almost into the water, when Jack cut her lose and held out his hand for her. She smiled, genuinely touched at his action -- but there was no time for a sentimental moment. While Jack ran to the lighthouse, Angelica helped tow in the net, only to find Scrum, not a mermaid, trapped inside. With the help of the missionary, however, they ended up capturing a mermaid. She hissed through her netting, but didn’t seem to try very hard to get out of it. She wasn’t as determined, which was probably good for the crew. Angelica almost felt that another mermaid would have killed them all in a flash.
They took the mermaid back to the ship and managed to get her inside of the glass case without much of a struggle. They closed the lid on the tank tightly, just so she wouldn’t have the chance to escape. Tears didn’t keep -- they had to be fresh, and that was the only reason the mermaid was along for the journey. As long as Angelica didn’t have to carry her, she’d be fine. The missionary, however, did not support the inhumane way the mermaid was being treated, and demanded that they opened the case a little, so she could receive some air. When the quartermaster refused, the boy broke open the lid of the case with a stick, and the mermaid girl gasped for air. Angelica was half afraid that she would break through the tiny crack and kill them all. The poor, entrapped mermaid remained oddly kind, however -- not even bother to hiss at the crew, except occasionally.
Soon, the crew arrived at a dead end: a broken bridge and a high cliff. Jack thought it would be a good idea to backtrack and head in another direction, but that would take too much time! Her father decided someone would have to jump, and the captain decided Jack would be the culprit. They would entrust him in finding Ponce de Leon’s ship, and the chalices left inside. Angelica had her doubts -- she knew better than to trust Sparrow, so she offered to go in his place. At least she knew she’d return. But her father wouldn’t allow it -- and when Jack gave him a hard time, Blackbeard turned his pistol on him, but it didn’t seem to effect the pirate much. Then, he turned it on Angelica herself. After all they’d been through, Angelica knew her father wouldn’t really shoot her… at least, she hoped not … she was even more nervous when her father decided to turn this into a game. Two out of six pistols would be loaded, and Jack got to choose which ones her father tried to shoot her with. Angelica was getting impatient and nervous -- not only because her life was being threatened, but because their time was running out! Still, she could see what her father was doing. Playing a game with Jack so he would jump! How very smart.
Jack apparently was sick of playing Blackbeard’s game, as well, and asked the Quartermaster if he would survive if he jumped. To tell, the Quartermaster threw Jack’s voodoo doll over the edge of the cliff -- and after a mouthful of screams, Jack was still alive. Though she knew it was a game, Angelica was still impatient and angry, at which she decided she’d go over the edge herself -- but Jack held her back and ran ahead before she got any farther. She watched as he faded into a tiny speck in the river, all for her.
Carrying on without Jack, the crew continued walking, but an accident occurred and the mermaid’s glass case shattered. Angelica and the crew watched in shock as her fins and scales disappeared, and turned into flesh and bone. The mermaid could have turned into a human all along. The cleric decided to befriend the creature, and even gave her a name: Syrena. That was the least of Angelica’s worries -- they were getting closer to the fountain.
The remains of mermaids were left to rot around the jungle pools before entering the fountain. They practically begged the mermaid for a tear -- Blackbeard even threatened the life of the missionary, and this time, Angelica didn’t think she could save him this time, and she didn’t.Blackbeard cut the cleric’s throat, and the mermaid still didn’t cry. It was too late for her father now -- she had hoped it wouldn’t go this far, but he had killed a man of God. It was unnecessary -- Angelica still had faith in the girl, even though her father did not.
The things Angelica’s father apparently did were not always what they seemed. The mermaid had been tied, half in water, half above the surface, and hours later, the cleric woke up. Blackbeard had drugged him, and only sliced his chest, not the man’s throat. Upon seeing her beloved, the mermaid cried tears of joy, and Blackbeard already had the vial to her cheek, catching the tear, and taking hold of young Philip once again. He begged for them to let Syrena go -- but her father would have none of that. No, Syrena would be left to dry out, and there was nothing Philip could do about it.
They continued their journey, not even bothering to stop and set up camp. At the crack of dawn, Angelica was met with a sword to her throat -- Jack had made it back alive. He didn’t betray her this time. “How is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me?” She smiled flirtatiously at him. He definitely did it right that time -- Jack had the chalices from the ship with him (along with two unexpected guests -- Gibbs and a pig, with the chalices tied to his back). Jack promised Blackbeard the chalices as long as he did not harm Angelica, and his compass back. That was returned with no problems. Jack untied the chalices from the animal, setting him free, and keeping the chalices in hand.
The crew was led by the Quartermaster, into a cavern, supposedly where the fountain was. Jack attempted to bedazzle and attempt to make the crew believe that he knew how to get into the fountain -- his attempts did not work, until he read three words engraved on the cups: Aqua de Vida. Suddenly, water practically leaked through the ceiling of the cave, and Jack was transported through the roof! Angelica and the rest of the crew followed behind, as they gazed at the beauty of the Fountain of Youth. Angelica felt relieving satisfaction: they’d made it. Her father would be the first to drink from the Fountain, but there was one thing standing in the way: the one-legged man. He had arrived, just as the prophecy declared. The man’s army would fight against Blackbeard’s crew, with no mercy shown. Jack attempted to keep the peace, to let the two settle things on their own, but once again, his attempt didn’t work, and it was man against man.
Angelica couldn’t be preoccupied with petty fighting -- she told Scrum to follow her with the chalices and tear in hand, but Jack, of course, had to muddle her plans. She engaged in a fight over the chalices and the vial, but by pure accident, the vial bounced into the fountain, and disappeared.
Meanwhile, one-legged man and her father continued to fight, and the one-legged man readied himself to claim the fountain in the name of England. A gunshot interrupted him, however. It was the Spanish army. He took the chalices from the hands of Jack, and shoved them into Angelica’s. He asked her for them, but when she did not comply, the captain pushed her down. “Only God can grant eternal life. Not this pagan water.” With that, he told his men to destroy the temple and as they did so, the captain stomped on the chalices, nearly destroying them, and tossed them into the fountain. During the chaos, the one-legged man slashed a poison dart through her father’s wrist, and actually managed to gut him with it. Angelica went to pull the arrow out -- she had to save him! But she did not realize the sword was poisoned. Before she could stop it, her palm had been sliced. She could feel her energy being pulled from her body as she writhed on the ground. Meanwhile, the columns of the Fountain were being pulled over and destroyed by the Spanish army.
How Jack managed to find the chalices and vials, she would never know, but he managed to save a few drops from the fountain before its water ran out. He wanted her to drink the chalice with the tear inside -- but her father actually managed to steal it before she even had the chance to choose. She was shocked that her father would choose his own life over hers … not that she wanted to drink the chalice with the tear. She wanted her father to live. Angelica was just hurt that her father would choose himself over his own daughter. “I love you, father.” She said, drinking from the cup she believed to be free of the tear. As it turned out, Jack realized he’d gotten them confused, and Edward Teach disintegrated into nothing before their very eyes.
Her anger for Jack was even stronger than it was before. Now, she had a real grudge to hold against him. He killed her father. The man she’d never spent any time with growing up -- a man who’d been missing from her life completely, up until recently. Jack tossed her on the island shore with a pistol and only one shot inside. If she didn’t use it to shoot herself before she starved to death, she could at least use it to draw the attraction of a passing ship! However, Angelica never did go down without a fight. She made up every lie in the book -- she knew of treasure. Treasures to rule the winds and tides. When that didn’t work, she began scraping the bottom of the barrel: she was pregnant with his child. He didn’t remember it? He was drunk, of course! When that didn’t work, she finally told him the truth -- she loved him. She always had. When Jack returned the sentiments and readied to kiss her… he pulled away. This made her temper flare, and instead of using the single shot for something useful, she used it on a worthless man. And worst of all, she missed.
Jack was out of sight before she could do anything else to stop him, and Angelica was all alone once again. Just the way she had when he abandoned her in Cuba. Only this time, there was no Tia Dalma to rescue her. There would be no naïve men with a boat she could steal. No, Angelica was left to her wits. But when a very familiar voodoo doll washed upon shore… Angelica saw a glimmering possibility.
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