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            Anamaria woke up before dawn in her cabin. She stretched her muscles and prepared herself to face the stench that permeated the hallway. Bracing herself, she opened her door and headed for the helm. Later she would assign someone to swab the deck, but for now she would simply enjoy the sunrise.

As the sun came over the horizon, it immediately created its twin in the sea. One was never without the other on the ocean. For a moment Anamaria imagined that she was the sun and not a girl all alone in the Caribbean waters. As the sun reached her body, she was reminded of how it felt to be wrapped in the ebony arms of her father and kissed by her mother in the morning. How it felt during a few stolen moments of happiness in her life. Anamaria closed her eyes in remembrance.

Just one more moment, she thought.

"Buenas dias," said a slick voice behind her. Anamaria froze and slowly turned around with an unreadable look on her face.

"Ye gonna have ta speak English. I'm only a simple pirate," said Anamaria

"You see that's where ye wrong, dear," Frost said coming closer to Anamaria, "Pirates are never simple. 'Specially one under the command of Sparrow."

Frost turned his head toward Anamaria, "So ye Sparrow's first, huh? How'd a lass like you manage to commandeer such a position?"

"I earned it," she replied.

"Oh come on, you can tell me the truth, dear. I know he picked you up in Tortuga," he said reaching for Anamaria's hand. Anamaria quickly moved her body out of range.

"Along with rest of the crew," she implored.

Frost rested along the railing that separated the helm from the rest of the ship.

"I didn't mean to imply notin, dear. Just statin' a fact," he said.

"Next time, make sure your facts are straight, savvy? Now, I have to go and get Jack," she stated and began to leave.

"Jack. Such informality. I wonder…"

"Don't!"

"Just saying you have an interesting relationship with your captain, is all."

"I'm just his first mate."

"What a waste," he said under his breath.

"What'd ye say!" she demanded, turning back to him.

"Nothin', dear. I was just thinking that an apology was in order. You know, for tryin' ta kill me and all."

"If I was tryin to kill ye…" she shouted and then trailed off as she remembered the conversation she had with Jack the previous night. They couldn't afford Frost as an enemy, but she couldn't look into his face without wanting to hurt him. She turned around and tried to calm down a bit.

"Well I wasn't," she finally replied.

Frost came off the railing toward Anamaria.

"If all you wanted was my attention," he said looking at her backside, "You could have just asked."

Suddenly Anamaria's sword was at Frost's throat.

"Keep your distance! Your attention is not wanted, needed or desired," she said in a dangerously steady voice.

"Now, Mr. Frost, I needed to wake Captain Sparrow. We will not have any more problems or conversation about this morning, savvy?" Anamaria said with her eyes flashing with fierce energy.

"Si," Captain Frost responded looking directly into her eyes without fear.

Anamaria cautiously put her sword back into the hilt and went below deck.

Captain Frost turned to the horizon and laughed to himself, "Punta Loca."

Author's Notes:

Spanish words and phrases

Buenas dias - Good Morning

Si - Yes

Punta Loca - Crazy Bitch