Disclaimer: I own nothing as usual, it's actually quite depressing…

It started not but 3 weeks after I was returned the pearl. I wasn't surprised and I don't think she was either. The obvious tensions had been there when I arrived back on the ship, dripping wet after my 'dip' in the sea, and escape from death.

Within the first week of me being in command again, she avoided me like the plague unless she wanted something or had to speak to me about sailing the ship. Usually it was the latter. She very rarely asked for something, instead just took it. Which, I too would usually do. I personally couldn't understand it. Here was the woman who had bought my ship back to me, given me my life, my world, my pride back and she was refusing to speak to me. I had an inkling that it was something to do with her boat, and the past. Although I thought I knew the cause of the tension, I didn't speak to her about it. Waiting for her to come to me. It was her problem so why should I get involved?

Then at the beginning of the 3rd week she cracked. It was the night after a battle. The Pearl had targeted an easy merchant ship, me thinking that my crew were in need of a party to get back into the swing of things. Well I was defiantly right about one thing.

The ship had been heavy in the water, looked like it was on its way over to England. Poor souls didn't stand a chance against my mighty Pearl. The look on Anamaria's face though, when it came to fightin' them. I don't remember her ever looking so angry or fierce. It must have been that moment that I decided to find out what was troubling her. It couldn't be doing her any good to keep it bottled up inside, and it certainly wasn't good for me to have a first mate that barley spoke to me. I was seriously beginning to doubt my decision over that. Maybe I had been too hasty giving her such an important role, after all quite a large part of the decision was swayed by the fact she bought my ship back to me and well, that really I still owed her a boat.

Anyway, back to the point. I had automatically assumed the ship would just be full of gold, cloth and more expensive items to be sold. But when we raided the ship, I was pleasantly surprised. Seemed as though we had targeted one of the very few ships that carried just food and alcohol. Perfect to get my men (and one woman) in the mood for a party. And that's just what happened. The moment the anchor was dropped, the men had been fed, out came the alcohol and the party started. Immediately card games, dice games and well, anything else you can think of, were started. As the captain I felt that I had to get involved! Well that was my reasoning for not going straight over to her. Oh, and the fact she was playing against some of the guys.

It was well into the early hours before I got myself over to her. She was sat alone in a corner, rum bottle half empty in her hand, and a glazed look over her eyes showing she was lost in thought. She jumped a mile an' half when I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Can I help you capt'n?"

"I don't know, can you? Ye see Anamaria, I'm gettin' the feelin' tha' you're avoidin' me" There was a slight slur to Jacks words as he spoke, from the amount of alcohol he had consumed within a few hours of sunset. Anamaria had a slight smile on her lips, she sighed as she looked up at her captain.

"An' why would I being doin' that?" Jack cocked his head to one side for a moment, studying her face, and then sat down on the bench next to her.

"I was hopin' you would be able t' tell me tha' luv." A small laugh escaped Ana's lips, as she shook her head slightly. A look of confusion ran through Jacks eyes, but Anamaria didn't notice.

"I'm not avoiding you captain. I just haven't had to speak to you much. Kay. Now if you would kindly excuse me, I'm goin' to bed." Jack watched her walked up the stairs of the galley for a moment, his head trying to process the fact that, that hadn't gone the way he had hoped. He wasn't sure what he had hoped to find out, but it was more then he had. Finally snapping himself into gear, Jack got up and followed Anamaria up. Surprisingly she hadn't gone very far, and was standing at the railing. Which Jack noted which a smile, defiantly wasn't her bed.

Walking quietly up to her, he stood watching the way her hair moved in the slight breeze. She was once again lost in thought, her eyes staring out into the dark black of night, not even noticing the man stood behind her. Jack pressed his mouth to her ear, his words making her jump.

"This isn't your bed luv." As she turned she narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of him following her. She thought she had gotten away from him earlier, so wasn't prepared to speak to anyone, let alone him.

"Aren't you the bright spark?" A brief smile made itself visible, only for a few seconds. Jack noted the damp skin on under her eyes, which most certainly hadn't come from the spray of the sea. He brought his thumb up to gently wipe them away, but at this gesture Anamaria moved her head away. "Wha' you want Jack?" finally she had stopped calling him Captain. Although with almost every single one of his crew he made them refer to him as 'Captain' or 'Sir', she was one of the few exceptions he made. Her voice was cracked and hoarse as though her throat was burning.

"Come with me" Jack made a move to walk toward his cabin. He stopped when he realized that Anamaria wasn't following him. Sighing he headed back over to the railing, took her elbow and gently led her with him.

In the light of the cabin, Anamaria refused to meet Jacks eye. He couldn't understand it. Fact of the matter was that he didn't know what to do. The pair sat in silence for a few moments. Both lost in thought.

Then Anamaria began talking. It started off with little things that were bugging her. Small things about the way the crew worked, some of Jack's ways of being a captain, her cabin, the food. Jack participated where he was expected to, but other then that stayed silent throughout, letting her speak. Then it began to get deeper. What started off as a light dig at Jack for stealing her boat, suddenly got to the real reason she was so awkward around him. She didn't trust him. This cut Jack deeper then any knife ever could. Anamaria was one of the few people he would trust with his life. Really he already had, what with her coming back and saving him from the gallows. But to find she couldn't trust him, and to know he was the sole cause of such distrust, stung him. The whole thing stemmed from the night he stole her boat. The few days before that they had been so easy together, after knowing one another for years, they managed to talk, drink and laugh together. Then he ruined it all, hurting her more than he realized and would probably ever know. He didn't know what he could say to make it better for her. He couldn't think of the words to make her believe that he would never hurt her so badly again. So he did the only thing what he thought was the only thing he could do. He kissed her. And to his surprise she kissed him back.

That night was one of many drunken nights they spent together, almost all of the time doing more than just kissing before one or the other passed out. But before long those nights started to happen when neither one was drunk. When they both knew full well what their actions were. Neither said that they were in love, nor did they think that. They could see from one another's eyes that it was pure lust that drove them together night after night.

They were like this for well over a year and a half. Most of the crew knew about it, and most knew full well not to say anything or mention it, if they were attached to having their manhood still in tacked. Along the course of the year and a bit, the Pearl had managed to pick Will and Elizabeth up. Will having got a taste for the sea, and a pirate's life, and Elizabeth refusing to be left behind on her own. Then one day, everything changed between Jack and Anamaria…

Anamaria was sat up in Jacks bed. A sheet wrapped around her body to cover her up, her hair tied loosely in a braid at the back of her head. Jack sat at his desk, leafing through bits of paper, a map spread out wide in front of him.

"Jack"

"Aye" he didn't even bother to look up at her as he replied. He was still leafing through the papers.

Anamaria paused. What would be the best way to tell him? Say it bluntly or skirt around it first? Bluntly is always a good way to go.

"I'm pregnant." Now that caught Jacks attention. His head shot up, his eyes staring at Anamaria. First at her face, then down to her stomach. Then back up again.

"Say wha' luv?"

"I'm pregnant." Jack frowned.

"How'd that 'appen" Anamaria simply rose her eyebrows.

"Do I 'ave t' explain the birds an' the bees to you Jack Sparrow?" Jack smiled before shaking it away.

"Nah luv, but…" Jack stopped. What was he supposed to say? "What'd you plan on doin'?" Anamaria's eyes fell downwards, looking at her hands. She had no idea what she planned on doing.

"I don't know." Jack nodded his head.

"Aye. How far gone are ye?"

"Two, maybe three months. I don't know for sure." Both remained silent. "I'm surprised it hadn't happened before now t' be honest. The rate we were goin' at. Can hardly expect t' stay lucky all the time can I?" Jack frowned.

"Your not alone luv. I'm hardly about to dump you at some port with a baby and never look back. You see it as that much of a mistake?" Anamaria sighed and shrugged her shoulders, making it seem like the weight of the world was on top of her.

"I don't know." Jack studied her for a moment or two.

"Well… not t' worry luv. We'll sort somthin' out." Jack smiled brightly, but Anamaria could barley bring herself to look at him. It was all very well him saying that he wasn't going to leave her, but how could she know that for sure? She didn't even want a babe. There had to be someway out of the mess she was in…

A/N so what do you think? I'm having a go at another longish fic, so please tell me whether I'm getting off to a good start or not! And the way to do that is to press that little button down there points and review! Sounds good? I'll update again soon! Captainme