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        She had half expected that Jack wouldn’t show up. Angelica could never be quite sure how lasting the effects of voodoo were. Since her father had been the one to initially create the doll, he knew far better how it worked. But, of course, he was dead now and that left Angelica finding out its inner workings on her own. She had learned, much like Blackbeard before her, that voodoo was a trusted method getting unwilling victims to do what needed to be done. In this case, Angelica needed help tracking down Barbossa. Unlike herself, Jack had a history with Barbossa and it was likely that he had some knowledge as to where the man usually sailed. 

        She’s perched at the helm when Jack finally returns, but doesn’t bother turning to greet him until she feels his presence right behind her. Angelica is irked slightly — Jack never seems to understand or respect the boundary of personal space, so when she pivots to face him, she takes a step back and fixes him with a petulant stare. 

        “Si. One of the crew members overheard in town that the Revenge made port here a few days ago. There was some talk that they might be headed towards Nassau port. It isn’t much, but it is the only lead we’ve got so far.”

        Stepping past Jack to the wheel, she barks orders to her crew to set sail and soon enough the ship is pulling away from port. “—-I see you’ve brought The Pearl,” she gestures to the bottle in his hands, a rueful smirk given.

Perhaps the powers were more potent when used on one whom it wasn’t frequently, their body or mind hadn’t yet developed any sort of tolerance to it (especially if they were aware prior that the magic was being used on them, or their stubbornness level. Or both). Yes, her dear father was dead now, she’d thank him for it someday later. Jack wasn’t so stupid to think that his decision to save Angelica’s life wouldn’t have been for nothing someday.

What was personal space? Not something Jack particularly cared about or adhered to, not where she was concerned. It’s not as if she wouldn’t invade his if she saw fit to do so. Jack only cared about his own when it was someone he didn’t want invading it doing so. He should’ve guessed there would’ve been a grimace or the like waiting for him when she realized who was behind her. Too late Angelica, you’re the one who coerced him aboard, now you deal with him.

Jack stayed silent as she barked orders to her crew members, but the wheels in his mind were going a bit when she voiced her thought that he’d be heading for. Knowing Barbosa, he’d be going to ports he’s frequented before, and there was one town that was always a place they seemed to find themselves in time and again.

“Of course, you honestly expected me to leave behind the leverage you used to essentially force me into this expedition?”

Yup, his mind was back and he’d realized what was going on. That bloody doll was going to be the death of him someday. No surprise to Angelica probably, but Jack would be keeping that on his person at all times, and under lock and key if at all possible. No one was touching that bottle while he finally had it in his possession again. At least now the man was making use of the rest of the space the level the helm was on to walk around. Here was the part where he got to rub in how the level at which they both needed each other’s help was about equal, instead of being more heavily weighed on Jack.

“So if you were to venture a guess as to where Barbose might make port next, where exactly do you think it would be. Good captain should always have a stronger heading. Nassau is a rather large place love, a lot of ports for a certain other captain to make port at.”

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