New story haha helps my muse to have a few on the go as I can explore different ideas! Just a short prologue, chapter 1 is in progress and will be up this weekend I should think. Note that this chapter is in 3rd person as it is the prologue however I have opted to have the main chapters in 1st person (from Angelica's p.o.v) and I also want you to know that chapters will not always be this short. The first proper chapter is only about half done and is already on 1000 words haha!
Please R&R :)

"JACK!" the dark haired Latina yelled after the pirate who was quickly rowing away from her and this godforsaken island. "JACK! Get back here you bastard! Puede usted ser maldecido!" As always when in a rage, she had reverted to speaking her native language. "Le espero putrefacción en infierno usted híbrido!" Eventually her cries ceased. He was no more than a mere dot on the horizon now, her efforts would be wasted. Her dark eyes blazed as she glared at the small long boat before it finally disappeared out of sight.

The Spanish beauty sighed, exasperated. Jack Sparrow had left her many times before, but this was the worst yet. When he had left her after taking her from the convent, at least he had left her in Seville so she had a chance to move on. This time, though, she was stranded. How was she to escape this island? She knew it had once been a well-used trade route, but she also knew that the company who had used it to store their rum had long been out of business and so no ship was ever seen to venture too or from the island anymore.

Angelica turned away from the sea to face the trees behind her. At least there was shade, she thought. She knew she would be alright for food too; if there was nothing growing from the foliage she would be able to fashion a decent spear on which to catch fish by using the branches and a rock. The one thing that worried her, though, was what she would drink. She knew roughly where the abandoned rum store was and thought it was likely there was still some there that she could "borrow". However, she was not a great fan of that particular liqueur. Still, if there was no water source to be found within the trees she would have to make do with it. Rum was better than nothing right? She didn't know how long she would be stuck on this island, but she was determined that she would not starve to death or die of thirst. She would be on the first ship away from said island, whenever that was, and Jack Sparrow would pay for his mistake.