OK so I'd hated him ever since… well forever. I think I hated him before I even knew he existed, and that was probably way before I was born. Now hate is such a strong word, and shouldn't be used lightly. But I had reason. I mean he did steal my boat, promise me a new one, and gave me that boat, then blew it up, once again promised another one and never came up with the product. So I had every right to hate him, right? Well apparently not! The last, what you could say was a conversation- more like a shouting match where he tended to outsmart me with the tiniest details Every. Single. Time, (and I tell you that gets on your nerves after a while.) – So you could say we had a conversation but you'd be slightly off. Anyway he tried telling me that there was – and I quote – 'no way on this god damned earth was I getting another ship' from him. Apparently since he wasn't actually in command of the ship at the time it wasn't his fault it got blown up, so he no longer owed me a ship. Despite the fact that 1. We were saving his ass and 2. I brought his beloved pearl back to him, didn't seem to matter.

Well at the moment none of that matters anyway, as Captain Sparrow has decided he's almost out of rum and its time to once again attack a merchant ship that's in view. Oh goody another useless battle where everyone will get hurt, annoyed, then be excited when oh looky here, we win a few pieces of raw food and some rum. I think Sparrows lost the bottle where it comes for looking and going on a gold chase. He seems to do that only when we need to. Where's the fun in that?

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"Ahh Ana Maria, I'd wondered where you'd got off too! Ready to win us some rum?" Ana Maria stared blankly at the Captain who was trying very hard to get her enthusiastic so he wouldn't have the pain of her bugging him about another ship for a while. Didn't seem to be working very well.

"Captain Sparrow I should think by now ye know the answer to that" Jack sighed, as he rolled his eyes. Instead of replying he simply turned and began to walk away. "Sparrow"

"Captain" Jack said automatically. The moment the words had left his mouth, he cursed, knowing what was about to come next.

"How about ye put an end to me 'whining' as you put it yesterday and just give me what I want?" Jack smirked as he turned around with a wink he said

"And what would that be?" Anamaria looked like she would be sick. She knew what he was implying, and he knew exactly what she wanted. Instead of answering him, she gave him a slap and walked away. The smirked remained on Jacks face, along with a red handprint.

"Ow"

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As much as they both like to make out, tensions weren't always running high, in the sense they were at each others throat's anyway, and when they got along, they were usually drunk.

This happened more then they like to admit, and when they do admit they got along they always seem to blame it on the drink. Of course that's not the real reason they got along, true feelings seemed to unmask themselves, things said that they could never find the courage to say when sober- most of these nice things but not all of the time.

One occasion comes to mind when this happened. It was maybe, the second time they had ever met each other. The first they had absolutely hated each other, a lot of growling, name calling and general childish behaviour was encounter. Well they were only 7 and 10. Anamaria being the 7 year old and Jack the mighty 3 years older, double digit 10. So 10 years after that first encounter, who should bump into each other in the most unlikely tavern in Tortuga, Jack and Anamaria. Only this time (with the aid of a lot of rum), there wasn't as much name calling and childish behaviour. Infract they found they rather liked each others company, had way too much in common and laughed far too much. So much they had to drink lots of rum simply to have the body fluid replaced because of losing it due to the tears from their laughter.

Of course when AnaMaria passed out from the drink, laughter and gernal buzz she was getting, Jack ran off and stole her boat, knowing full well that the next time she saw him – if she was ever too again – she would kill him with pleasure.

The whole reason he'd took off with her boat was because she'd frightened him so much with the way she made him feel- usually the feeling that you get from rum and hum how could you put it… 'Pleasurable company'. Only she hadn't been 'pleasurable company' in that sense. Instead she'd made him laugh and that scared him shitless. So he made off with her boat – mainly because he himself didn't have a boat or a ship at that point – but also because for some unknown reason to him, he wanted to take it away from her, leave her stranded in that place and make it clear to her that she was nothing to him but someone he took advantage of. The last bit isn't really true, but he still likes to believe it, or at least try and believe it.

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As well as fighting, Jack was keeping an eye out for AnaMaria. He wasn't sure why he tended to do that, he knew she was a good fighter, a lot better then most of the men (just to prove her worth), so he put it down to her being a women. It made sense to him when he looked for excuses. This time however it seemed as though him keeping a watchful eye out for his only women crewmate, seemed to be paying off. For some unknown reason to him, she looked a lot less sure on her feet, as well as unsure of what to do. Crossing over to her, killing a few merchant men in the process, he noticed she was far more wobbly then he first thought.

"AnaMaria why are you wobbling all over the place?" He asked straight out, not sure how to put I noticed your not fighting very well today, go and hide away in the cabin so that I feel that your safe.

"I'm fine captain, just a bit dizzy that's all." Jack sighed.

"Go and lock yeself in me cabin, no more fighting for you today." That sentence hadn't come out like he'd meant it too, so now it seemed as though he was undermining her instead of caring for the wellbeing of one of his crew.

"No I'm fine fighting."

"No. You're. Not." He sighed again. "Look at ye, yer wobblin' all over the place!" AnaMaria tried hopelessly, to stop her 'wobbles' and grew angry with her captain.

"Look I'm fine, go kill the captain or something will ye. Why 'ave we gots to do the fighting' for your rum?" Jack sighed once again, turned to walk away, before doing so said.

"Do as I say Anamaria. Go into my cabin lock yourself in there until the fight is over. That's. An. Order." Ana Maria rolled her eyes as she made way for the cabin. Before actually getting there, she turned to look to see if Jack was watching her, before turning back and resuming fighting.

As Jack looked up, he noticed a figure that he shouldn't have been seeing. Currently locked in a fight with the captain of the merchant ship, which when he killed would signal the end of the battle, he couldn't go up to her and drag her along to his cabin. Pissed off he got a lot more fierce with his fighting, when a scream filled the air. Not daring to turn around he quickly stabbed the merchant's captain, and turned to look at where the scream had come from.

Just as he thought, AnaMaria was lying motionless on the floor, a massive gash along her stomach.

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As AnaMaria looked down at her body from the air 2 words came to her mind, as she said them out loud, although no one could hear her.

"Oh crap"

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A/N alrighty then, my muse is back in business. Please review! An update wont be too far off, this is only a 2 parter though I'm afraid. I'm not doing too well with long stories at the moment! Please review! Thanks Suzy x