I'll Be Here For You

Genre: Action/Suspense/Romance

Pairing: Jack/Anamariaall the way! Maybe a pinch of Will/Elizabeth somewhere in there...I haven't thought that far yet.

Note: I won't, I repeat; I WON'T be continuing this until I'm through with Elizabella, savvy?

Note 2: This story was thought up while listening to the POTC cd. So, it's kinda...uh...erm...out there. Just read and review it please!

A woman about the age of thirty-two lay on the bed, struggling to fill her lungs. Candles decked her bedroom all over the place and the crescent moon shone the bedroom floor through the small window, shadowing two small figures by the open door. The woman slowly turned her ghostly eyes towards the two children, "Rosa." She gasped, "Ana." She breathed.

The oldest of the two walked to her mother's side, staring into her hazy silver eyes. "Yes, Mama." She said gently.

"We're here." Came the voice of the youngest as she stood on the other side of her mother's bed. "We're here, Mama." The six-year-old girl took her mother by the hand and squeezed it tightly in her small hand. "I'm not going to leave you."

"I know, Ana, but it past your bed time." Sahara, their mother, replied in a tired hoarse voice. She turned to face the six-year-old's twin sister, "You two, Rosa."

Ana's hazel eyes darkened, "No, Mama, I'm not leaving your side until you're better."

Rosa looked up from their mother, "Ana we can't stay in here. Her illness could pass onto us; we're not even suppose to be up here."

"Says who?" Ana practically shouted, tears streaming down her pink cheeks of her chocolate/caramel skin.

"Your father." The two girls looked down at the sudden new voice. Sahara had spoken, her eyes closed and her body began to shiver although it was not cold.

"I'm not leaving." Ana whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly, showing the two that she would not budge from her spot. "I'll be here for you." She watched as her mother's skin began to pale every minute and her eyes began to close.

"Leave Ana; I don't want you to get sick. Leave!" Sahara's breathing began to quicken as she struggled once more to fill her lungs.

"No! I'm not going anywhere! I can't leave you here to die; I won't leave you here to die! You'll get better, Mama, you will get better because I'm not leaving you!" Her face was wet and she didn't notice her sister slip out of the room, leaving Sahara and Ana alone; Rosa was such a goody-goody, but her six-year-old sister would remain unmoving.

"Listen, honey, I know how you're feeling. You're afraid, and that's normal, but you have got to let go." Sahara whispered, gently brushing her daughter's long black hair behind her ear. "We both know that I have to leave here, and you have to be strong."

"But I don't want to stay here with Papa; he's so mean." The girl whimpered.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. That is why I want you to leave this place, take your sister and go."

"Where?"

"Wherever God leads you; you'll know where to go. And if you still can't figure it out, just go ahead and go to Uncle Derrick's house." The two softly laughed at her last statement. "But seriously, Ana, you'll know where to go and who can protect you. Also, I want you take this and keep it with you." Sahara told her, undoing a charm bracelet from around her right wrist; she handed it to Ana.

"Why?" She asked as she examined the the jewlery. It was a simple silver bracelet with a pink cross, purple hearts, and tiny blue diamonds that glittered in the dim candle light.

"Because it's ancient and will serve you greatly. I had planned on saving it for you and Rosa to cash in so you two could leave India when you were grown and start a new noble life in England. It's made of rare jewels that are difficult to find in the Caribbean, unless you like to dig for years and years, and there are people all over the world who will do anything and everything to get a hold on it; never let this out of your sight."

"B...but why are you giving it to me? When a parent or someone you love dies, doesn't their prized valuables go to the oldest child?"

"Yes. But Ana, you may be young, but you're a rock. You won't stop at anything to get what you want, and you're defiant as ever. I could easily give it to Rosa, but, she would lose track of it in about five minutes." Ana chuckled at this and looked back down at the gift; she looked back up at her mother, who was getting paler and weaker every second, "Thank you, Mama." She whispered, softly kissing Sahara on the cheek.

"You're welcome, dear heart. Now, you and Rosa get out of here immediately before your father gets home, ok?"

"Ok. I love you."

"I love you too." And with one final breath, Sahara smiled at her daughter before finally letting go and allowing herself to rest as Ana blew out the candle's and slipped out of her mother's bedroom.

Author Gibberish That Nobody Reads: So, how did you like it? Should I continue or toss it? Well, if you do want me continue, it'll be after I finish Elizabella because I don't want go get caught up in a jam. Ok, bye!