Could Be A Prologue. Not Sure. What Do You Think?
A/N: Hi. I've just gone thorough captainme's fics. They rocked and have inspired me to write a Jack fic. So this first chapter is dedicated to that fine and dashing captain. Oh, yeah, and I've finally found out how to spell Anamaria! Hurrah! A nation rejoices! And in this one I am, in fact, romantic! (For me anyway...)
Disclaimer: No characters are mine except Zane and Joe. (Cue crap Gollum impression. Mine my precious etc.)
JACK WATCHED in glee as the loaded cargo ship came into view through his spyglass. She was heavy on the water, and promised enough for a decent booze up. He caught his First Mate -Gibbs- eye. "Blow the whistle," he told him. Blow the whistle wasn't actually blowing a whistle. It was Gibb's red neckerchief waved in his sword to alert the men on the ropes to hoist the pirate flag. The flag would be hoisted and the men on deck would alert the men below deck. It was all nice and quiet that way, and the enemy ship wouldn't see the Pearl until the last minute, by which time it would be too late. There was the usual argument about who would get Big Bess, the biggest cannon (Jack was still in denial about the fact he had hired a bunch of pyromaniacs) and then everyone was ready as the Pearl bore down on the cargo ship, which was called the Pretty Lady. It's figure head, funnily enough, was a err, gifted, lady. And yes, she was quite handsome for a hunk of wood. Jack took all of this in. Anamaria came and stood next to him. Another pretty lady, he thought. He suppressed the thought. Not the opportune moment.
The ship saw them, and shouts echoed across the water and floated into the clear Caribbean sky. Jack hollered over "Submit and you'll all live!" No answer. "Take that as a no then Captain?" Anamaria cracked her knuckles. "Cannons!" roared Jack "Fire at will!"
Anamaria PoV
Jack's lips curved as the cannons went off. He had very kissable lips... Anamaria mused, then shook her head. Not the right time for that sort of thought. Not the opportune moment, as Jack would have said. That was the only reason he got her boat. Bastard, with his swagger and melting eyes and cheekbones that made her want to-. Oh, look; here comes the crew of the other ship. Right, let's go...
Jack leapt down to the main deck and into the fray. He knew Anamaria would be at his back. She was as well, slashing and parrying in her neat way. She was the only one he truly trusted at his back, apart from Will, and he was being a father to three children with twins on the way. They must never stop- Oh, hello... He dodged a sword thrust and then turned round. "I need the captain!" he bawled. "Gimme a leg up!" She grabbed his hand and he felt the little jolt of electricity that always happened when they had to touch. He used another bloke as a foothold and grabbed the mast above him, swinging himself up neatly. He had a brief moment of almost over balancing and clutched at the thick and reassuringly solid main mast. Once he regained his balance, he looked over the melee. Zane, one of the new blokes (the other being a black man called Joe), was fighting like they did in the bars even Jack didn't go into at Tortuga. He winced, eyes watering in sympathy for the bloke he was fighting. "That's just not done mate." He muttered as he spotted the captain. He was fighting well, and in the main fight. Jack approved. He leapt down and in a swift move had the captain's own sword at his throat. "Call 'em off mate. I don't want to slit you a new mouth, savvy?" He whispered in his ear. "Oh yeah, and don't swallow," The captain stopped mid-gulp. He waved to the man near by and managed to croak "Do you know parlay?"
They sent off the Pretty Lady with enough provisions to get them to land, in return for the use of their sawbones, as Jack called the surgeon. After that they divvied up the loot. There were fine silks from China, spices from India, gold from Mexico and Africa and enough rum to make an entire fleet of pirates drunk for a year. This was met with appreciation. Jack, to make it fair, said they would draw lots on who would be on the watch that night. This was simple. An equal amount of both red knots of cloth and blue knots of cloth were placed in a box. Then the box was covered, with a hole big enough to reach your hand in. Everyone, including Jack, would line up and pick out a swatch of cloth. The ones with red were on watch, and the ones with blue weren't. The cloth would be tied round the wrist. Anyone caught trying to steal someone's wrist cloth would be put on watch anyway, and flogged. At the end, there were curses, groans and, in Jack's case, a rueful grin from the reds, and quiet looks of self-satisfaction from the blues. Anamaria was on watch. And he had to keep an eye on the people on watch to make sure they weren't asleep, right? Maybe staying sober for one night wouldn't be so bad after all...
Anamaria's PoV
Dusk came and went. Inside the mess the blue cloths were getting rowdy. Outside was quiet and cool. She leant against the rail and looked out on the full moon reflected in the water. "Bring back memories, huh?" Jack put his elbows on the rail beside her. "Does, don't it?" she hid the shock of him creeping up behind her like that. They stood in a companionable silence.
Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow. Those were the first words he ever said to her. Then he had taken her for a drink, and run off with her boat just before the bill came. She had cursed him at the time. Him and his good looks. So she'd gone after him. They had met up again, of course, and since after that business with Barbossa, she had wondered, in the darkest hours of the night, had he ever seen he as anything but a ticket off to Tortuga, and after that, just a pirate? Or had he ever thought of her as anything else? She sighed.
Jack heard Anamaria sigh, and took the opportunity to watch her chest heave up and down. Anamaria. She had been so proud of that boat. Her father had named it after her. Shame really, nice little thing. She shouldn't have go so hung up about it. He knew her dad, and most of the women he was err, friends with behind her mothers back. Mind you her mother wasn't the most faithful woman. Mind you, with Anamaria's mother, it had been her black slave boy. Jack had heard rumours about her maid as well. Which was, as far as Jack was concerned, mucky. And unnatural. But probably untrue. Mind you, her mother had obviously been a looker. Where else could she have got that body that made him want to-
Jack shook off those thoughts and opened his mouth "Anamaria..." "Aye, sir?" "Err, d' yer want ter come fer a drink in Tortuga? Um, I know a little place..." She looked at him for a moment closely "Alright then," she smiled. God she was ravishing when she smiled, Jack thought. Problem was, what he thought was straightforward lust, like he would think for any pretty woman, was suddenly becoming very different. He found himself making excuses to talk to her, just to listen to her talk. It was all very confusing. Maybe this drink in Tortuga would give him an excuse to clear the air.
About three days later
Jack focused, briefly. "The thing is- the thing- the-," he stopped and looked at his glass. He could see the bottom. "The thing is-," he started again "The thing is, me glass is empty," Anamaria grinned. She'd never laughed so much. Jack was extremely funny with a few drinks inside him. Mind you, things were funny with a few drinks inside you. "No," she started "No- you shouldn't be-you shouldn't be-," she paused. "Yes, I shouldn't get the next round." He pointed unsteadily. "Go. Thass an order," "Aye Cap'n" she weaved up to the bar and managed to convey two drinks to the scarred table safely. The only problem was the brawlers that knocked over the table. "Let's go. I've lost my taste for this place," Jack stood, almost fell over, and then zigzagged through the rowdy crowd. They walked down the street giggling. Anamaria stopped at the dock, where the Black Pearl was berthed. She usually slept there on shore leave. "My stop," she told Jack.
Anamaria's PoV
She turned to face him. He smiled at her. The lazy lustful smile reserved for whores, usually. She blinked. Her hand found his. His fingers twined round hers. She bit her lip and almost unconsciously leaned in a bit. Under she could see the moon reflected in his eyes. Their lips met, tentatively and as clumsily as two moths bumping into each other. She let out the breath she had been holding slightly. He smiled slightly, a twitch of the lips. Then he leant her in again and kissed he like he wanted to drink her from the mouth down. He eyes closed and then...
In the shadows, someone slipped away...
Anamaria's PoV The next morning
She woke up with a headache. She blinked blearily and swung her legs out of bed. And stopped. Someone was in the room with her. Not only in the room, but also in the bed! Bed? She slept in a hammock! The only one with a bed was- "Jack!" she squeaked, as the man (definitely a man) next to her turned over. Then the events of last night came back to her. "Oh pig arses," she got out the bed very quickly, taking the bedcover with her. The movement woke Jack up. "Urgh. I feel like sh- hey, what's the hurry love?" He sat up, unashamed. She shut her eyes as she pulled on her shirt and threw him his trousers. "Put 'em on," She ordered. He did, and then caught her as she almost fell over backwards pulling her breeches on. Then, just as easily turned her round. "What's the hurry sweetheart?" he asked gently, and made to kiss her, she turned her head, and wriggled out of his grasp. "That was NOT supposed to happen!" she sat on the bed to pull on her boots. "I cannot sleep with the captain!" "Why not?" he sat next to her. His chest, with the two bullet wounds white, in stark contrast to the tan, looked like a breath would make them touch again. Anamaria sighed. "It's taken me the past three years to make sure I'm not seen as a woman. However good and trustworthy those men are, they are men, with male lusts and so-called needs. I wouldn't last five minutes. You would see to it, I know, but it would never be totally safe. They would see me as- oh I don't know, not how I wanted them to see me. It's complicated. But I have given up men for this, and ever having children. I gave that up so I wouldn't end up a social climber like my mother. And now I sleep with the fucking captain! You know? I couldn't have been any stupider!" She put her head in her hands.
Jack was at a loss. Which was unusual. "Anamaria..." he sighed. "Let's draw a line under it. Not speak of it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in that state." Anamaria looked up. She had never heard Jack apologise for anyone or anything. "But..." Jack said. What ever he was going to say, he shook his head and didn't say it. Then he kissed her one last time and picking up his effects, left the room, leaving Anamaria with one boot on, sitting on an empty unmade bed, with tears coursing down her cheeks.
Jack stopped to pull on his shirt and boots, and retie his bandanna. He was cursing himself. How could he have been so stupid? He knew how hard Anamaria had worked, and now he had ruined it to satisfy his lust. What a bloody worm he was. He strapped on his weapons and made for the nearest bar.
A few days later, at sea
Jack was at the wheel, as usual, running the morning headcount. Gibbs was reading the rota slowly, brow creased and finger trailing the page. True to his word, he hadn't spoken about the night in Tortuga. He had pushed it to the back of his mind. Problem was, it liked it at the front of his mind, and insisted on staying there.
Gibb's PoV
There was definitely something up with the captain. He had been drinking a lot more, and doing even more round the ship. Gibbs had never seen him like this. Not ever. Something had happened in Tortuga. Something that had shook him up bad. Jack would never let on though. Kept things too close. All Gibbs knew was that he was definitely keeping a closer eye on the captain.
Anamaria's PoV
Jack had been true to his word and hadn't mentioned it, even in private. It was bothering him though. She could tell. Wasn't worth the risk though. She was finding it hard to convince herself though.
A few days later
Anamaria was on midnight watch. She watched the horizon dreamily. Someone came p behind her. It was Jack. "Captain," she tried to ignore the little flutter her heart gave. "Anamaria," he swigged from a hip flask. "Jack?" "Mmm?" She didn't know what to say. It's worth a shot? Thank you for a wonderful night? She sighed. Turned to him. And he kissed her. She melted into it. It felt so good. How could it be bad?
As they pulled apart and Anamaria rushed off, trying to look nonchalant, and Jack was left with hurt in his eyes, pulling on the hipflask to dull the pain, a shadow detached itself and slipped off. A/N: Who is the mysterious shadow? Will Jack and Anamaria ever get together? Stay tuned to find out.
A/N: Hi. I've just gone thorough captainme's fics. They rocked and have inspired me to write a Jack fic. So this first chapter is dedicated to that fine and dashing captain. Oh, yeah, and I've finally found out how to spell Anamaria! Hurrah! A nation rejoices! And in this one I am, in fact, romantic! (For me anyway...)
Disclaimer: No characters are mine except Zane and Joe. (Cue crap Gollum impression. Mine my precious etc.)
JACK WATCHED in glee as the loaded cargo ship came into view through his spyglass. She was heavy on the water, and promised enough for a decent booze up. He caught his First Mate -Gibbs- eye. "Blow the whistle," he told him. Blow the whistle wasn't actually blowing a whistle. It was Gibb's red neckerchief waved in his sword to alert the men on the ropes to hoist the pirate flag. The flag would be hoisted and the men on deck would alert the men below deck. It was all nice and quiet that way, and the enemy ship wouldn't see the Pearl until the last minute, by which time it would be too late. There was the usual argument about who would get Big Bess, the biggest cannon (Jack was still in denial about the fact he had hired a bunch of pyromaniacs) and then everyone was ready as the Pearl bore down on the cargo ship, which was called the Pretty Lady. It's figure head, funnily enough, was a err, gifted, lady. And yes, she was quite handsome for a hunk of wood. Jack took all of this in. Anamaria came and stood next to him. Another pretty lady, he thought. He suppressed the thought. Not the opportune moment.
The ship saw them, and shouts echoed across the water and floated into the clear Caribbean sky. Jack hollered over "Submit and you'll all live!" No answer. "Take that as a no then Captain?" Anamaria cracked her knuckles. "Cannons!" roared Jack "Fire at will!"
Anamaria PoV
Jack's lips curved as the cannons went off. He had very kissable lips... Anamaria mused, then shook her head. Not the right time for that sort of thought. Not the opportune moment, as Jack would have said. That was the only reason he got her boat. Bastard, with his swagger and melting eyes and cheekbones that made her want to-. Oh, look; here comes the crew of the other ship. Right, let's go...
Jack leapt down to the main deck and into the fray. He knew Anamaria would be at his back. She was as well, slashing and parrying in her neat way. She was the only one he truly trusted at his back, apart from Will, and he was being a father to three children with twins on the way. They must never stop- Oh, hello... He dodged a sword thrust and then turned round. "I need the captain!" he bawled. "Gimme a leg up!" She grabbed his hand and he felt the little jolt of electricity that always happened when they had to touch. He used another bloke as a foothold and grabbed the mast above him, swinging himself up neatly. He had a brief moment of almost over balancing and clutched at the thick and reassuringly solid main mast. Once he regained his balance, he looked over the melee. Zane, one of the new blokes (the other being a black man called Joe), was fighting like they did in the bars even Jack didn't go into at Tortuga. He winced, eyes watering in sympathy for the bloke he was fighting. "That's just not done mate." He muttered as he spotted the captain. He was fighting well, and in the main fight. Jack approved. He leapt down and in a swift move had the captain's own sword at his throat. "Call 'em off mate. I don't want to slit you a new mouth, savvy?" He whispered in his ear. "Oh yeah, and don't swallow," The captain stopped mid-gulp. He waved to the man near by and managed to croak "Do you know parlay?"
They sent off the Pretty Lady with enough provisions to get them to land, in return for the use of their sawbones, as Jack called the surgeon. After that they divvied up the loot. There were fine silks from China, spices from India, gold from Mexico and Africa and enough rum to make an entire fleet of pirates drunk for a year. This was met with appreciation. Jack, to make it fair, said they would draw lots on who would be on the watch that night. This was simple. An equal amount of both red knots of cloth and blue knots of cloth were placed in a box. Then the box was covered, with a hole big enough to reach your hand in. Everyone, including Jack, would line up and pick out a swatch of cloth. The ones with red were on watch, and the ones with blue weren't. The cloth would be tied round the wrist. Anyone caught trying to steal someone's wrist cloth would be put on watch anyway, and flogged. At the end, there were curses, groans and, in Jack's case, a rueful grin from the reds, and quiet looks of self-satisfaction from the blues. Anamaria was on watch. And he had to keep an eye on the people on watch to make sure they weren't asleep, right? Maybe staying sober for one night wouldn't be so bad after all...
Anamaria's PoV
Dusk came and went. Inside the mess the blue cloths were getting rowdy. Outside was quiet and cool. She leant against the rail and looked out on the full moon reflected in the water. "Bring back memories, huh?" Jack put his elbows on the rail beside her. "Does, don't it?" she hid the shock of him creeping up behind her like that. They stood in a companionable silence.
Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow. Those were the first words he ever said to her. Then he had taken her for a drink, and run off with her boat just before the bill came. She had cursed him at the time. Him and his good looks. So she'd gone after him. They had met up again, of course, and since after that business with Barbossa, she had wondered, in the darkest hours of the night, had he ever seen he as anything but a ticket off to Tortuga, and after that, just a pirate? Or had he ever thought of her as anything else? She sighed.
Jack heard Anamaria sigh, and took the opportunity to watch her chest heave up and down. Anamaria. She had been so proud of that boat. Her father had named it after her. Shame really, nice little thing. She shouldn't have go so hung up about it. He knew her dad, and most of the women he was err, friends with behind her mothers back. Mind you her mother wasn't the most faithful woman. Mind you, with Anamaria's mother, it had been her black slave boy. Jack had heard rumours about her maid as well. Which was, as far as Jack was concerned, mucky. And unnatural. But probably untrue. Mind you, her mother had obviously been a looker. Where else could she have got that body that made him want to-
Jack shook off those thoughts and opened his mouth "Anamaria..." "Aye, sir?" "Err, d' yer want ter come fer a drink in Tortuga? Um, I know a little place..." She looked at him for a moment closely "Alright then," she smiled. God she was ravishing when she smiled, Jack thought. Problem was, what he thought was straightforward lust, like he would think for any pretty woman, was suddenly becoming very different. He found himself making excuses to talk to her, just to listen to her talk. It was all very confusing. Maybe this drink in Tortuga would give him an excuse to clear the air.
About three days later
Jack focused, briefly. "The thing is- the thing- the-," he stopped and looked at his glass. He could see the bottom. "The thing is-," he started again "The thing is, me glass is empty," Anamaria grinned. She'd never laughed so much. Jack was extremely funny with a few drinks inside him. Mind you, things were funny with a few drinks inside you. "No," she started "No- you shouldn't be-you shouldn't be-," she paused. "Yes, I shouldn't get the next round." He pointed unsteadily. "Go. Thass an order," "Aye Cap'n" she weaved up to the bar and managed to convey two drinks to the scarred table safely. The only problem was the brawlers that knocked over the table. "Let's go. I've lost my taste for this place," Jack stood, almost fell over, and then zigzagged through the rowdy crowd. They walked down the street giggling. Anamaria stopped at the dock, where the Black Pearl was berthed. She usually slept there on shore leave. "My stop," she told Jack.
Anamaria's PoV
She turned to face him. He smiled at her. The lazy lustful smile reserved for whores, usually. She blinked. Her hand found his. His fingers twined round hers. She bit her lip and almost unconsciously leaned in a bit. Under she could see the moon reflected in his eyes. Their lips met, tentatively and as clumsily as two moths bumping into each other. She let out the breath she had been holding slightly. He smiled slightly, a twitch of the lips. Then he leant her in again and kissed he like he wanted to drink her from the mouth down. He eyes closed and then...
In the shadows, someone slipped away...
Anamaria's PoV The next morning
She woke up with a headache. She blinked blearily and swung her legs out of bed. And stopped. Someone was in the room with her. Not only in the room, but also in the bed! Bed? She slept in a hammock! The only one with a bed was- "Jack!" she squeaked, as the man (definitely a man) next to her turned over. Then the events of last night came back to her. "Oh pig arses," she got out the bed very quickly, taking the bedcover with her. The movement woke Jack up. "Urgh. I feel like sh- hey, what's the hurry love?" He sat up, unashamed. She shut her eyes as she pulled on her shirt and threw him his trousers. "Put 'em on," She ordered. He did, and then caught her as she almost fell over backwards pulling her breeches on. Then, just as easily turned her round. "What's the hurry sweetheart?" he asked gently, and made to kiss her, she turned her head, and wriggled out of his grasp. "That was NOT supposed to happen!" she sat on the bed to pull on her boots. "I cannot sleep with the captain!" "Why not?" he sat next to her. His chest, with the two bullet wounds white, in stark contrast to the tan, looked like a breath would make them touch again. Anamaria sighed. "It's taken me the past three years to make sure I'm not seen as a woman. However good and trustworthy those men are, they are men, with male lusts and so-called needs. I wouldn't last five minutes. You would see to it, I know, but it would never be totally safe. They would see me as- oh I don't know, not how I wanted them to see me. It's complicated. But I have given up men for this, and ever having children. I gave that up so I wouldn't end up a social climber like my mother. And now I sleep with the fucking captain! You know? I couldn't have been any stupider!" She put her head in her hands.
Jack was at a loss. Which was unusual. "Anamaria..." he sighed. "Let's draw a line under it. Not speak of it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in that state." Anamaria looked up. She had never heard Jack apologise for anyone or anything. "But..." Jack said. What ever he was going to say, he shook his head and didn't say it. Then he kissed her one last time and picking up his effects, left the room, leaving Anamaria with one boot on, sitting on an empty unmade bed, with tears coursing down her cheeks.
Jack stopped to pull on his shirt and boots, and retie his bandanna. He was cursing himself. How could he have been so stupid? He knew how hard Anamaria had worked, and now he had ruined it to satisfy his lust. What a bloody worm he was. He strapped on his weapons and made for the nearest bar.
A few days later, at sea
Jack was at the wheel, as usual, running the morning headcount. Gibbs was reading the rota slowly, brow creased and finger trailing the page. True to his word, he hadn't spoken about the night in Tortuga. He had pushed it to the back of his mind. Problem was, it liked it at the front of his mind, and insisted on staying there.
Gibb's PoV
There was definitely something up with the captain. He had been drinking a lot more, and doing even more round the ship. Gibbs had never seen him like this. Not ever. Something had happened in Tortuga. Something that had shook him up bad. Jack would never let on though. Kept things too close. All Gibbs knew was that he was definitely keeping a closer eye on the captain.
Anamaria's PoV
Jack had been true to his word and hadn't mentioned it, even in private. It was bothering him though. She could tell. Wasn't worth the risk though. She was finding it hard to convince herself though.
A few days later
Anamaria was on midnight watch. She watched the horizon dreamily. Someone came p behind her. It was Jack. "Captain," she tried to ignore the little flutter her heart gave. "Anamaria," he swigged from a hip flask. "Jack?" "Mmm?" She didn't know what to say. It's worth a shot? Thank you for a wonderful night? She sighed. Turned to him. And he kissed her. She melted into it. It felt so good. How could it be bad?
As they pulled apart and Anamaria rushed off, trying to look nonchalant, and Jack was left with hurt in his eyes, pulling on the hipflask to dull the pain, a shadow detached itself and slipped off. A/N: Who is the mysterious shadow? Will Jack and Anamaria ever get together? Stay tuned to find out.