Finally! I know I said the sequel would start after some other stories were finished but I just couldn't wait! I had to get this idea out of my head before I forget it. So here you guys have it, the sequel to Love Hurts!

Just something to keep in mind when you read it: This takes place before At World's End.

Disclaimer: The usual I-don't-own-any-part-of-POTC as always.

Ch: 1 A Strange Occurrence

6 weeks had passed since Miguel's body was discovered on Rum Island. Most of the crew had forgotten all about it in a few days, but Anamaria still sobbed.

"Oi get over it already, ye make like ye were married," Jack told her nastily, and she looked up at him with the death stare.

"Of course you wouldn't care. You didn't know him or even care to know him," she snapped through a clenched jaw.

"Aye Jack, have some respect fer the dead," Barbossa butted in, placing a comforting hand on Anamaria's quivering shoulder, who shook him away.

"I don't need sympathy from you either," she snarled. "Just leave me be." She moved over to the port side rail and lowered her head to the sea. Barbossa shrugged.

"I was only arguing in ye favor, lass," Barbossa said, regarding her wishes and going down into the hull. Jack stood still for a moment, considering if he should do the same. He approached her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Listen luv-"

"I said let me be!" she growled, pushing him away forcefully. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and stared Jack down, who threw his arms in the air.

"It's only for you're advantage!" he tried to argue. Anamaria turned back to the ocean and focused on the sun, sitting low in the sky. Jack glanced at her a final time before giving up and retiring to his quarters.

Victoria sat at a desk in his cabin pouring over some charts, not even bothering to look up when Jack entered. He shut the door behind him and walked to her. "Might I inquire as to why your reading star charts?"

She looked up at him and smiled faintly. "Just checking something is all." She turned back to the charts, and Jack watched her as she studied the constellations around the country of Japan. He put his hands on her neck and began to massage her tense muscles.

"I take it your too busy to do anything," he said after a while of rubbing her neck. Victoria closed her eyes and leaned back into him.

"Is that the only reason you came in here?" she asked, peeping her eyes open to see his response. A small smile played across his lips.

"Dearie, I think ye be forgetting whose cabin this really is," he replied. "I merely came in here for a lie down."

"So that explains why your massaging my neck?' she retorted, and for a second his hands stopped their rhythmic kneading.

"Am I not allowed to do that?" he questioned, continuing with rubbing. She didn't say anything, just relished his relaxing hands soothing her tense neck.

"I could always look at the maps another time," she said finally, standing up and letting Jack take her over to the bed. A magnificent sun beamed through the glass into the cabin as he started to kiss her.

"Ouch-" she drew back, her hand clamped on her shin. "Can you take off your sword. I think you just stabbed me."

"I did not. My sword's next to the maps," he replied.

"Then your pistol must have shot me or something."

"Luv that's over there too."

Victoria looked over to see all his effects scattered on the desk where she was sitting. "I don't know. I just got this random pain in my leg..."

"You probably just cramped up. That happens when you sit all day." He reached for her leg and rubbed it gently, lowering his lips to it and kissing her knee.

"Probably..." she let him do as he pleased, but no matter how much massaging his hands did to her leg the pain only grew worse. Her foot twitched as the pain moved to the other leg and she bit down hard as it radiated all the way up to her hips.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, slightly worried. His voice was fuzzy in her head, and she couldn't comprehend what he was saying to her. Another voice in her head took over, speaking as if it were underwater.

To the depths with ye, never to be seen after sunset...

The bone chilling, female voice played over and over in her brain, her legs twisting and on fire. Her eyes slammed shut and her jaw locked up involuntarily, and she tried to cry out for help but to no avail. Her head swarmed as the haunting voice continued to repeat itself, now the splashing of water and bubbles being added to the mix. Her legs screamed and her knees slammed into each other, and Victoria couldn't stop her feet from intertwining.

The depths with ye...sunset...depths...never again...

// I fixed this chapter because it seemed very confusing. The whole part about the charts and her leg and the voice is her dreaming. Hope that helps y'all. Sorry for the confusion.//