Bones Drabble
Rated: PG-13 (probably PG, but I'm being careful)
Summary: A possible, though dark, idea of why Anamaria wasn't in POTC2.
Author's Note: Inspired by Gibb's line in DMC, "These cages we're in, weren't till after we got here."
Ever since the moment Jack (oh, how could she have forgotten: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow) had given the order to careen the Pearl at the "wonderful little spit of land at which the natives just happen, under no circumstances having to do with me, to think I am a god," Anamaria had started feeling a giant ball of dread building in her stomach. Nevertheless, when the whispered comments of the new men (who hadn't yet learned exactly why the long-term crew members stayed silent about her rather female assets) became too much for her to handle without pulling out a blade ("Ana, darling, I know it's difficult, but if you keep relievin' men of body parts, no one's gonna join the crew."), she volunteered to gather wood for a bonfire. She couldn't say she was altogether surprised when the blow darts started raining down. She may have been stubborn and fierce, but she wasn't stupid. This wasn't an enemy she could fight; she ran. Through the trees, the Pearl came into view. Anamaria saw no one, though she saw patches of sand stained red with blood. 'Bugger,' she thought, 'They've already been here.' A blow dart finally succeeded in burying itself in her neck. Her limbs went numb, and she hit the ground. 'Not quite the way I imagined dying,' she couldn't help but feel a little disgust with the fear she felt.
She woke up in a hut next to a partially built cage that looked suspiciously like it was made of bones…