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The ship swayed, although to Jack Sparrow this wasn't evident. The rum swayed his mind already, so to him the ship was as steady as his own love for the sea. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he had to squint his eyes to make out the cards that he held. A queen of spades, an ace of spades, one six of hearts and a clovered Jack. He chuckled to himself silently, clovered Jack! The candle to his left flickered and he looked up at his opponent.
There she sat in front of him, taunting him. Not directly of course. It was all in the way she looked and played. A low cut blouse framed her cocoa skin and she had removed her usual hat to reveal licorice hair that slightly curled on her shoulders, resting softly. Her lips were a coral color that could cast a spell over any man.
'Any man bu'myself, o course,' thought Jack.
But Jack Sparrow, too, could be wrong at times. His eyes traced over the skin covering her exposed collar bone-his skin like hers; covered with scars from another life. Her eyes fixated on her cards, she shuffled a few around and paid no mind to Jack Sparrow's roving eye.
This was Anamaria in a nutshell. Silent but at the same time indefinitely fierce, with just as many secrets as himself. He knew most of her secrets without having to ask, and he imagined was the same for her. Jack looked down at his cards once more and settled on the six of hearts. Anamaria. Ana.
He looked back up again, slightly startled to find that now he was the one under intense examination. Ana's dark chocolate eyes bore into him. She licked her lips, and uncontrollably his body mimicked her movements. She narrowed her eyes.
Ana. There'd be no taming her, if ever a man be so bold enough to try. His eyes focused again on her lips. They looked soft, not like the sea of the spray but of the beaches that bordered it. He examined her hands that held the cards. They too, looked like the finest silk from East India.
There was a lot riding on his cards. A wager to be won. Jack didn't like to lose at his own games. Ana looked at him impatiently. He opened his mouth, and began to speak; but then quickly closed it again. Ana stared, harshly.
Finally, Jack folded his cards with a flourish and spoke.
"Got any sixes, luv?" he asked, his mouth curling to one side and tossing his head slightly.
"Go fish." Ana spoke harshly, and Jack's hand slowly crept forward to draw from the pile. Quickly, almost as if he was scared, he drew a card. Jack smiled that infamous smile. A six. He pulled the pair and put them face up in front of himself.
His Ana.