Author's Note: This is my very first story on this website and my first with the Pirates of the Caribbean universe in which case I don't own [sadly] I hope you enjoy and review. Thanks -B

CHAPTER ONE: THE MUTINY

"The times have changed Jack, what were you expecting? That everything would be the same?"

"And if I was?"

"Then you remain a fool Jack."

"Ah but are the fools really the fools or is it the other way around where the ones who were saying that the fool is in fact not the fool but on the contrary the fool caller is the fool themselves."

"What are you going on about Jack?"

"While you were chatting with me you have made the error to not notice your entire crew has just surrendered to mine."

Annabelle felt the hard metal of a pistol against the back of her head and lowered the sword from Jack's neck dropping it at his feet, "Charles…" Annabelle groaned.

"Sorry Captain." a deep voice muttered from behind her.

"I guess now I'm captain of the ship, love."

"You dirty bastard! How long was your crew stowed upon my ship?"

"About two days, with help of your first mate Charles we managed to stow them away. Funny, we were both betrayed by our first mates. Well, twice for me I suppose."

"You Jack, are the worst man that has ever been spat out of a whore's cu-."

"That's not what you were saying last year love. Boys, put her in the brig. I think we should celebrate with some rum. Rum sounds good, aye?

"Aye, Captain!"

"Jack! I'll slit your throat I swear it!"

"What are we going to do about her Jack? What's the whole point in capturing her ship and all?"

"Revenge, Gibbs. But now, rum."

Annabelle slammed her fists against the wooden wall in the cell that a few hours before held the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Pain shot up her arm and she screamed in anger. Jack couldn't let it go, she had merely gotten back at him for his lies and trickeries. She may have had feelings for Jack before, but now all she wanted was to see him dead. He couldn't just leave her alone, she had escaped him and yet he tracked her down, took command over her ship and threw her in her own ship's prison cell.

"Shouldn't have done that, love" a voice drawled from the shadows outside her prison cell. With a bottle of rum in hand stepped Jack from the shadows peering at her through the cell as she nursed her hand.

"Yes, well next time I'll save it for your face." Annabelle said through clenched teeth as she slouched against the wall and slid to the ground.

"I wasn't talking about the hand." Jack snarled as he put the flask up to his lips and drank heavily from the bottle. He wiped his mouth as he walked up to the cell and wrapped a hand against one of the bars.

"Oh you mean about when I left you and turned you in? What do you want me to say Jack? That I'm so sorry and regret doing it?" Annabelle laughed, "I don't of regret anything. The money was well worth it for that bounty on your he-"

The sound of glass breaking filled the room as it narrowly missed Annabelle's head. That was her breaking point; Annabelle grabbed a piece of the broken glass and lunged at Jack through the bars. How dare he throw a bottle at her! Her arm snaked through the bar and slashed at his face but he managed to dodge it in his drunken state and firmly grasped her arm. Annabelle tried to wrench her arm free as the pain from him holding it began to grow but Jack yanked her arm through the bars causing her to hit the bars with a great force. She whelped in pain as Jack refused to allow her to move back and continued to pull her against the bar. Blood spilled from her hand so she released the glass shard and it fell to the ground.

"Yer a lying whore!" Jack yelled as he thrust her arm back through the bars. Annabelle jerked back and cradled her arm to see if he had dislocated it or if it would just bruise. It was sore when she moved it but it didn't appear dislocated. Her whole body would be covered in bruises after being slammed into the metal bars.

"Pot calling the kettle black, Jack." Annabelle sneered and kicked at the bars out of anger.

Jack stared at her as he processed what exactly just happened. Light from the moon streamed into the room and Annabelle used it to look at her cut on her hand as she waited for Jack to do something. Tearing her shirt at the bottom hem she used the small fabric to tie around the cut. No doubt it would get infected unless she got something to clean it instead of her dirty piece of fabric, but she didn't think Jack would be willing to help her out at the moment. A scuffling sound brought her attention up from her hand and she glimpsed his dirty white shirt as he slammed the door behind him.

Hopefully he would leave her alone for now until he had figured out what he was going to do with her. After that moment Annabelle was unsure of her outcome from Jack's hand, he was not himself at all when he did that to her. But then again she had tried to stab him with the glass shard and betrayed him for money. Bile rose up in her throat as she contemplated what exactly he would do with her; leave her in the ocean without a lifeboat or shoot her in the head with his pistol.

Annabelle sank to the floor and tried to gather the pile of hay into one pile away from where she planned to sleep. It rank of piss and she wasn't about to lay down in it, the damp plank floor seemed like a nice comforting and clean bed compared to it. There was just so much of it though and even with her best attempt she couldn't move it all away from her. Then there were the glass shards that were spread out against the wall. Annabelle didn't want to cut herself again from the glass shards but she didn't want to sleep to close to the bars. With her back to the door she didn't notice it opening as she contemplated her decision about the glass. It was the sound of keys jangling around that snapped her attention back around as she jumped up.

"Sorry to scare you Annie, but uh, Captain's orders to bring you to his quarters." Gibbs muttered as he looked back down at the keys trying to find the one to open the cell.

"What if I refuse to go to MY quarters? They are mine you know, I'm just currently on vacation in my summer home. Lovely isn't it? I do believe you've visited it before. And besides, I much prefer the company of these disgusting rats than that of his." Annabelle growled as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall trying to look as if she could not care less about Jack's demands.

"Uh, well he did say something about throwing you over board and letting Davey Jones deal with your sorry carcass…or something along the lines of that." Gibbs said as he maintained full focus on the keys avoiding Annabelle's eyes.

"The company of Sparrow or death, hmm" Annabelle said uncaringly, "I think that death sounds great. I choose option two." Annabelle clapped her hands together. She wouldn't go so easily to Jack's quarters even if it did end with her in the cold dark waters.

"Annie," Gibbs said exasperated with her and him still not being able to find the right key for the lock, there was just far too many keys that belonged on the ring, "Just hear what he has to say, please. It wouldn't be right to just throw you overboard. I think the Captain would do it too, considering what you've done."

"Don't I deserve it though, Gibbs?" Annabelle asked as she approached the bars and grasped them so she was face to face to Gibbs.

"I reckon you probably don't but I don't know what happened between you and Jack. I don't understand how you could a done that to him after you two were so close and such. Damn keys!" Gibbs cried in anger.

"The key to the cell is the black curved one, you have to jiggle it a bit before the cell unlocks." Annabelle quietly said and stepped back from the bars.

"Oh, right. Thanks." Gibbs muttered as he took the black key and jiggled it around in the keyhole until a loud click was heard.

Annabelle stepped out of the cell and walked in front of Gibbs offering her uninjured arm to him to escort her to Jack. Gibbs grabbed it and began to walk fairly quickly nearly dragging her behind him as she tried to keep up. It was as if he couldn't get out of her company fast enough, or that Jack wanted to see her immediately. Gibbs had taken his time in finding the key and possibly would have never of unlocked it without her telling him. They traveled up the ladders and onto the poop deck where she sees all of her crew and that of Jack's having a grand ole time. Adrenaline kicked in her as anger coursed through her bloodstream and she locked eyes with her two faced first mate, Charles. Seeing her evident anger at him, he quickly looked away and slipped into the crowd of men that surrounded players playing Lair's Dice.

"Three sevens!" One man rang out as she was pulled by, and another man shouted at that man calling him a liar. She didn't know whether the first man was a liar as she grew farther from the crowd and could only hear their laughter. The faint sound of a violin being played drifted over the crowd's laughter and Annabelle could only think about how quickly her crew seemed to get over the sacking of their captain. She had chosen very wrong at Tortuga for her crew, seems loyalty was very hard to find nowadays. Though, Annabelle was one to talk. Perhaps it was merely Karma inflicting the compensation that was due to her. It would seem she was no better than these men and that thought caused her to question her move that she made against Jack. Turning him in wasn't just something she did because she wanted the money, it was because he was a liar and had made her out to be a fool.

Gibbs released her arm as they arrived outside of the new Captain's quarters. "Well, uh, here ya go. I suggest you kno-" he stopped with his suggestion as Annabelle glared at him and crossed her arms. "Or I could." He muttered.

Gibbs pounded against Jack's door and shifted his weight as he waited for Jack to open up. Nothing happened, the only sound they could hear was the roar of laughter from the crew on the deck.

"Well looks like no one is home, I best go back to my cell then." Annabelle said and turned around but was stopped when she felt pain from a hard hand snatching her injured arm. She gasped in pain but was ignored by Jack as he threw her into his room. His throw left her unsteady on her feet and she crashed to the floor knocking down the stand that held her sunflower. The pot broke upon contact with the floor and dirt seeped out across the ground.

"Ah, Gibbs. I see you have brought the prisoner here to me, finally. I had assumed she might have slit your throat and drifted away on a lifeboat. But here she is. Goodnight, Gibbs." Jack said calmly as he slammed the door in Gibbs face.