A/N: Jack and AnaMaria. You didn't see Ana in the second or third films, but I don't think she was eaten by the crazy cannibals on the Island in the second, so here is my take on what happened around the time Jack stole the map from Barbossa. By the way, gets way longer in later chapters, so if you like the plot, but not the size, still read.

Disclaimer: Duh. I don't own anything. Except the plot, but none of the characters.

Have you ever wondered why AnaMaria wasn't in the second or third Pirates of the Carribean films? She could've been one of the crew eaten by the canibals in the second one. She could've left the crew simply because she wanted to have her own ship that she could be the captain of. But it is my own personal theory, that she left because she was in love with Captain Jack Sparrow. And(also a part of my theory) as it often is in the case of love, she did not know if he felt the same way, and thus, did not tell him.

AnaMaria stood on the deck of the Vengeance, breathing in the salty breeze as if it were water in a desert.

The sea was unusually compared to what was considered normal as of late. Recently, the seas had been merciless and unforgiving, the winds, vicious.

She had heard the tales. Calypso, the sea goddess, was back. No longer bound to the confines of her human form. She had been released, and her fury was laying punishment on the shoulders of every sailor. Ana didn't know if it was true,but supposedly Jack Sparrow was involved, and anything he was involved in was bound to cause others some trouble.

Jack walked with a sort of cockiness, one hand firmly clasped on a bottle of rum, on to a ship. The title was unfamiliar, but the face of it's captain was not.

"AnaMaria! Good to see you, love!"

AnaMaria turned around at the familiar voice.

Smack! Jack's head whipped off to one side.

" I'm quite certain I didn't deserve that!" Jack looked actually a little hurt. "You've wounded me, luv."

AnaMaria glared at him. "You stole my ship!"

"Commandeered! The term is commondeered!" Jack avoided a second smack, and took a swig of the rum. Years ago!"

AnaMaria went to smack him. He didn't have time to avade it; her hand connected with his face for the second time. "Stole, and it took years to replace!"

Jack pouted, as if sympathetic in his own way.

"You're still angry? It's just a little boat. Nothing like the Pearl, or this fine vessel here." Jack pointed out.

Smack! Jack winced.