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Chapter One Important News Jack was in Tortuga, walking down the streets until he noticed a familiar face walk up to him. She obviously had something important on her mind. Jack didn't know whether to stay or to run. He reluctantly decided to stay, he hasn't seen the woman in years anyways. "Jack, what I said on the island, when you left me, was true." she spoke the truth. She was standing tall she wanted something. Jack looked at Angelica, he was a bit confused. "What, that you loved me?" "No, that I.. we have a child." she sighed. Jack didn't think she was serious, yet he was trying to doubt himself. "No, can't be mine then." "It is

Chapter 2 Will Jack run off? "No.. it's alright, love.. she can keep your last name.. Alicia Malon.. sounds.. nice." Jack was still shaken up by the fact that the young one was most likely his. A million or more thoughts were running through Jacks mind, and running was one of them. Jack was not sure of what to do, this would be the most time he would ever need to think about something. Angelica, herself, didn't know what to do. She had never seen Jack like this. She had two thoughts, leave him alone to think or stay there in case he needed her. She didn't want to leave for the fear of him running but also knew that he needed time to think. J

Chapter Five: Finding Alicia Jack was back in Davy Jones Locker. He looked around.. Nothing, not even his ship.. Or his hat. "Angelica?.. Alicia?" he called out hoping for an answer. Nothing. Well this was great! He was stuck in here again! And this time he didn't even have a ship.. Or company. "Your not alone!" "What? Who said that?" Jack looked around confused. "Down here!" Jack looked down, and saw the crab. He remembered that crab, he made a face. "Oh great! Not only am I back in the Locker but the bloody rock.. Crab, is talking to me!" The crab clicked it claws then started to crawl away sideways. Jack watched as the crab crawled a

Chapter 3 Did he stay? Jack woke up, he was not sure what time it was but, all he knew was that it was early enough to leave. He got up and walked over to Angelica's room. He didn't know why he did this but he felt the need too, he kissed her head for a final time. He walked to the door, a million thoughts going through his mind.. should he stay or go? He was not sure what to do.. and when he's not sure about something, plan B is to always run. Jack walked out the door, then down the beach. He walked along the pier, the ship that was suppose to take him back to Tortuga was not there. He stood on the dock, peering over the water, and waited.

Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes and smiled. It was Valentine's day! Finally.  All those years she hated this day, because it reminded her how much alone she was. I made her feel worthless and unloved, but not this year. This year she had Mr.T, who was sleeping next to her, snoring a little. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Time to get up love" she said softly and he moaned, opening his eyes slowly. "What time is it?" he asked sleepily. "Seven" she says and pulls the covers from him. "And why do I have to get up?" he asks annoyed. "Because I asked you to" she kisses him on the mouth. He got up and started to get dressed as did Mr

It was midnight. I couldn't sleep. I knew he was sleeping in the living room, in the couch that I was so jealous of, for I wasn't allowed to cuddle him, to feel the warmth of his body, to hear his heart beating in the stillness of the night, as he rests in my arms. I looked outside the window and saw the deserted streets of London, dark and distant, just like him. I looked at the stars, the way the shined in the black velvet around them, just like his razors. The stars and my love and longing for him were the only things that remained the same after all those years. If he only knew… I looked at the clock. It was a quarter past twelve.

Sweeney Todd sat in his beloved chair, polishing his friends, brooding. He had to get the judge. He had to avenge his Lucy's death, his Johanna's imprisonment. He would not rest until Judge Turpin was dead. He would see to that himself. "Mr. T, I brought your shirts! All cleaned up they are…" A cheery female voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Great! It was Mrs. Lovett again. He hated the way she always seems to come in at the wrong moment. If he ignored her, she would go away... hopefully…  "Mr. T! This place is a mess!" she exclaimed looking around. He did not reply, but she was right. The place was a bloody mess. There was blo

As soon as he stepped foot in his shop he took off his shirt –even though he didn't mind blood, he hated stains!- and started painting the shop. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to find something to take his mind off of things. Of her. He was almost done with the painting when he saw her from his window. She was so beautiful in that dress of hers, green with black lace… He wondered where she was going… As much as he hated himself for doing that, he came closer to the window to spy on her. To see what she was up to. To his great disappointment she was going to that Mr. Lewis of hers. He was standing a bit further so

Sweeney Todd was at his shop, sitting in his barber chair. He didn't feel quite well since that morning. Well, he never did actually feel well, not since he was parted from his family, his Lucy and his little Johanna. He tried to remember Lucy's face but he couldn't, blaming it to the headache he had and his sore throat. Suddenly he felt very cold. Was he sick? No, no he never got sick. Not even when he was weak, when he was Benjamin Barker. He closed his eyes. If only he could sleep, but he never slept. He never was a good sleeper. He tossed and turned all night, never waking up later than five in the morning. The only way he could sleep wa

Sweeney Todd groaned… It has been a few nights since he first slept with her. It wasn't like he loved her. No! He didn't even care for the woman. He only needed her to cover up the murders, to get his revenge. Sleeping with her was a rather pleasant side-effect. It was a way of taking his mind off of things, even for mere seconds. A way to satisfy his needs. Nothing more. He would never marry her, never make love to her like he did to his dearest Lucy. He only encouraged her fantasies to keep her loyal to him, to keep her working. Mrs. Lovett screamed his name… It has been a few nights since she lured him in her bed. She loved th