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        There is a certain measure of satisfaction when getting what she wants. Jack’s immediate cooperation gives her reason to smile ruefully, tugging one of the braids dangling from his chin. “That is what I thought,” she teased. This, of course, would not last. Soon enough, the short effects of the voodoo would wear off and she’d once again have an argumentative, irritating pirate to deal with. By then, though, they’d be out at sea and Jack would have no choice but to go along with her plans — at least until they next made port.

        She tucks the doll back into her satchel. With that over with, she can focus a little more on what needs to be done. Her crew is slowly returning; she can see a handful of them already boarding the ship carrying various supplies she’d ordered them to retrieve.

        Looking back at Jack, she finally addresses him again. “Get what you need from your ship; whatever crew members you want to bring along, and meet me at that ship. We leave in half an hour,” she orders, and then adds for good measure. “And don’t try to get out of this one, Jack. I will find you if you don’t show up.”

        “Ahora, date prisa! ¡Vamos!“ 

At least the tug wasn’t a particularly strong was. Now that Jack had unwittingly agreed to this expidition, her mood seemed to do a complete turnaround, if the smile was anything to go off of. Better than yelling and probably cursing at him in Spanish that he couldn’t understand. Since she wasn’t exactly using the voodoo magic in massive quantities to control him, she’d be lucky if he got back on her ship without so much as another argument from his mouth. Then yes, she’d have a slightly belligerent pirate on her hands. But that’s something she’d have to deal with, she’s the one who enlisted his help to begin with; him needed her for his own agenda was merely details.

Jack’s eyes watched her put that doll away, and somewhere in the back of his mind there was a small sense of relief that she was doing so. He still had a scar on his chest from where father dearest carved that little mark onto him by means of the doll. Then his eyes came back up to hers, and like the obediently brainwashed pirate that he currently was, gave her an ‘Aye!’ before setting off. Not before his lip twitching at the threat of 'I will find you if you don’t show up’. She knew him too well, even if he wasn’t in his self-conscious state of mind right now.

Luckily for her, thirty minutes came and went and Jack was back on the ship. Only Gibbs was by his side, along with a few other things Jack refused to leave behind (namely the bottle that had The Pearl in it, along with the entire armada’s worth of ships that Gibbs got off the Revenge before Barbosa took full control of it, and rum. Can never forget the rum). Boots making the telltale 'thud’ of boots on deck coming up behind her would tell Angelica that someone was coming up behind her. And perhaps stopping a little too close for comfort, but details.

"So do we have our heading?”

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