The Makings of a Third Mistress
By: Rose Noire le Mort
Her lone figure remained on the deck of the Pearl. It would be a beautiful picture, her sitting on the railing, long hair blowing in the wind as the moon shone down on her dark brown skin. But these things ruin the picture: the sudden appearance of the captain to this vessel and the tears that trail down her face. What ruins the picture is why this story has come to pass.
"Just leave me to me-self Jack," she said grabbing the railing beneath her. Leave me alone.
"Anamaria… I'm sorry--" Of course sorry would not make up for what he had done. Surely it couldn't! No apology from Jack Sparrow would do any good anymore. At least… not in this predicament… not after what he had done.
"God knows your sorry Jack. How many times do you expect to get away with that? Just say you're sorry? How am I supposed to forgive you? You're leaving me for some woman you haven't seen in 15 years." Even she didn't believe it, he had only just found her again.
How much did Ana love him? How much did that other woman love him?
"You don't have to forgive me Ana. I'm not expectin' it." And he shouldn't.
"Well I'd guess I didn't have to since you're not trying to get me back." She sighed looking down at the sea many feet below her. "Just leave me to me-self Jack. When you get me me own boat I won't ever have to see you again. And this will have been just a memory."
"You want your own boat?" He never thought she would leave. Certainly she would be devastated, tormented, angry, hurt- but enough to leave? Would she really feel enough to leave the crew leave the Black Pearl, her home for 7 years?
"Yeah, that's what I had before you came along and took it. If you wouldn't have none of this would have happened." She shifted herself on the railing stretching back to watch the stars again. "Did you expect me to stay and watch you and your lady together? There'd be no way to escape you. It's a large ship, but it has its limits."
"I guess not. You'll get your boat." She looked back giving him a half-smile.
"I will." She said quoting herself from that time 7 years ago when there was the cursed gold. He looked sad, almost as though he was the victim. But he was the one who had caused so much pain. He was the one who was giving her up. He turned and left without a swagger or a sway.
"It was good while it lasted," she murmured to no one in particular. It had been good. But now it was all gone.
A/N: Sorry it's short but I'm just throwing this out there. Depending on reviews I'll continue. I really hope you like it! Review please.