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Aftermath

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The Captain of the ship was sitting at his desk. His fingers traced the map, it wouldn't be long until their final destination. Sure they had a few diversions, but it wasn't all that bad.

If all was well, they'd be there in a day or so.

"¡Capitán!"

The first mate ran into the room. He panted, exhausted, and rested his arm on the table.

" Andrés! " He said disapprovingly.

"¡Capitán! We need to make way to the nearest port!"

"Why? We're prefectly fine."

"It's the woman."

The Captain looked up surprised. He took off his glasses.

"What is it?"

The first mate took a deep breath.

" She's having a baby."

Everything was a blur as the two pushed past the sailors on the ship, shouting hysterically.

About five months earlier, the crew had encountered a stranded woman on an island. She had made the shot with the pistol she had, grateful it was a Spanish ship. She had pleaded in her thick Andalusian accent to take her back to Spain with them.

They didn't know much about her. Only her name, Angelica, and that the bump on her stomach kept on growing.

The Captain remembered the first conversation he had with her.
" ¿Qué te pasó?" He asked her.
"I don't want to talk about it," she had answered.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Where did you come from?"
"Florída,
" she seemed close to tears. Something must have happened to her there.

But she was surprising this Angelica. She knew the ways of sailors. While the ship was under attack by the British, she had actually fired her pistol right between the eyes of one of those dogs. She was tough, fierce, much like a man, knew how to use a sword. She had come wearing a man's clothes, but was just as rough while she wore a dress.

Pirata, was the rumor that the crew murmured. She must have obviously had done some crime, with that pistol in hand. She knew how to fight, maybe even wound, kill.. They wondered under what famous outlaw did this woman earn her toughness? How many riches did she steal? Did she murder anyone? Was she against the British?

Prostituta, the logical minded Captain thought, shaking his head at each exaggeration the youths kept saying. She probably had to learn to be tough with all the men after her on the docks, the streets. And it most likely explained the bump on her belly. A jealous lover must have left her on an isolated island after figuring out the truth.

The Captain opened the door to her room. He heard a scream.

She was lying on the bed, in a nightgown that was stained red from blood. Most of the sailors jumped back. Most of them knew nothing. The boys were young; they didn't have lovers or wives that went through the same horrifying event. They just stared in shock.

The Captain approached her.

"What are you doing?!" He shouted at the sailors. "Let this poor woman be!"

Most of them ran out the door. He turned and grabbed Angelica's hand.

"Angelica," he whispered. "It will all be alright."

She groaned in response.

"Oh Lord take away my suffering!"

His hand was turning purple. She grabbed it even harder, she let out another harsh scream.

He remembered his own wife, the pain that she went through. The two children they had, his family waiting for them in Sevilla.

There was the advice that the midwife had said to his wife through the trials she went through that was still in his head.

"Push harder," he said. His words echoed across the room.

Angelica's face was red, covered in sweat. She let out a scream, and another and another....

Even as tough the Captain was, he was shocked at the amount of blood that was staining the sheets. He prayed that her condition wouldn't worsen. But her face had become pale, deathly white. It didn't look too good...

She let out one last yell before becoming silent. Cries of a baby filled the air.

The Captain knelt down at the edge of the bed and gingerly picked up the newborn.

" Señorita. Tienes un hijo."

Her eyes lit up. Her arms took the child and craddled him.

"A boy," tears ran down her face. She carressed his head. "A boy," she exclaimed in wonder.

The Captain noticed that her arm was slightly shaking.
"You're so much like your father," she whispered to the infant. She gasped, her head rested on the pillow, the baby still in her arms.

"Angelica!"

"If anything happens, please Capitán, raise the child as your own. I wouldn't want him to be left alone in the world without a father. Even though it is unlikely he will ever have one."

The Captain gazed at the young woman. He couldn't imagine her dying. He didn't want her to die, but he had a promise to make.

"Alright then. You have my word."

"The boy's name is to be Jack," she said, sitting up. She was still weak, but still had some strengh.

Jack? Jack wasn't a Spanish name. It was British or French, then that must mean...

"After his father?" The Captain asked.

"Yes."

She seemed to be lost in thought, she held her baby closer, kissing him on the head. Fire in her eyes, a painful memory it must be.

"If you don't mind me to ask, who was the father?"

The fire in her eyes was stronger. She opened her mouth to speak:

"Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow."  
After watching the ending of POTC 4 I had to write what happened to Angelica. I'm not sure if she was telling the truth or not, but it would be interesting to know.
Baby Jack! :dummy: Who doesn't want a baby Jack :D
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