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A/N: This little story is in response to a challenge from the Black Pearl Scrolls to write a fic about relationships. So, naturally, I used this challenge as an excuse to write another Jack/Ana encounter. Hope you like it.

"Mistaken"

That daft pirate owed her a ship . . . He did. She was not out of line. He deserved her anger. He owed her a ship, and she told him as much. Ana rubbed the palms of her hands together. One was still red from hitting him . . . twice. But he deserved that. He had acted like a scoundrel and left her . . . left her.

Shaking her head, Ana grabbed hold of a crate. A faint clinking sound let her know she was carrying the captain's beloved rum down to the galley. She had known he would return to Tortuga. After he disappeared that night, she had gone immediately to the infamous town. She knew he could not stay gone forever. So, she waited. Waited and listened to the tales that circulated through the taverns that Captain Jack Sparrow had finally been captured and killed. Once a man had even come to town saying that he had seen Jack hang. None of the stories were true, of course, but that fact hadn't been able to stop Ana's tears.

Ana squinted against the bright sunlight as she emerged, ready to carry more liquor below decks.

"Anamaria?" His voice was soft, probably unheard by anyone else preparing the Interceptor for embarkation. But she heard him.

She turned to meet his stare, but he wasn't looking at her. He was staring at his hands, twirling one of his rings around his finger. He was nervous. Jack Sparrow was never nervous. Ana crossed her arms. He owed her a ship and an explanation. She was not going to make this easier for him by talking first.

"Better 'urry, Capt'n," Gibbs voice broke into the silence. "Wind's pickin' up. Looks like she may storm!"

As he spoke, a gust of wind whipped through the ship, blowing Jack's tattered shirt open.

Ana felt her heart climbing up to lodge itself in her throat. Her captain's tan chest was interrupted by two dark circular scars.

"Jack," she gasped. "What happened?"

Pulling his shirt closed, Jack finally met her eyes. "I tried to send word, luv, but . . . " his voice trailed off.

"Is this why you . . . why you left?" Ana's voice caught as she began to realize that her anger had been misplaced.

Jack nodded. "I woulda waited for ye, but –"

Ana reached up and put her hand over Jack's scars. "But you waited too long as it was." Ana could feel tears threatening to fall from her brown eyes. She had spent so many nights cursing Jack's name over a tankard of ale in some dirty tavern, when all the while he had been hurt. If he wouldn't have taken her boat, he might not have gotten away. He could have . . . Ana shook her head, not able to bring herself to finish the thought. She had been so furious to her boat missing. She had screamed at the sea that she didn't care if Jack ever came back.

"Anamaria, I –"

How wrong she had been. If Jack wouldn't have come back, her life would be empty. She brought her finger to her captain's face and placed it over his lips. His dark eyes met hers.

"I love you, Jack."

Please remember, I live for feedback. So, leave me a review before you go. Also, if your a Jack/Ana fan, check out my longer fics "A Beginning" and the one I'm writing now "Past and Present." For anyone who is currently reading that one, sorry for the delay, but I should be updating soon!