Captain Jack Sparrow was a good man, though most would object to that. Elizabeth and William Turner would not. The past three weeks had been hell on Anamaria and she made it no easier on Jack. Elizabeth could think of one instance when Anamaria was completely beside herself, yelling, screaming, throwing things ane eventually leading to her breaking down.

Anamaria stood in the Turner's kitchen. Only 2 weeks after the stilbirth of Lina she had decided she would be the chef for the day and prepare the Turner and Sparrow family dinner. "Spices. Where are the spices?" she asked more to herself than to the nonexistant person in the room. Sometime later she began running around the kitchen frantically after failing to find what she had originally planned on using in her dishes tonight. At this point she was throwing jars across the room in an effort to find what she wanted, leaving a large mess in the Turner's kitchen. A few jars across the cabinets later she was interrupted by none other than Jack, woken from his evening nap (or as most who knew him liked to call it 'Jack's rum-time hibernation').

"Ana," he bequested. "Ana." She continued her furried rush around the kitchen either ignoring him or not hearing him in her haste. "Anamaria!" he yelled finally, causing her to stop in her tracks.

She turned around slowly, then speaking in a voice counter to the haste she had just a moment been a victim of said: "Jack."

"Maybe you shouldn't be doing this just yet luv. I'll cook for you. Or Elizabeth if you'd rather."

Anamaria rubed her hands on her apron."I don't want anyone else to do it Jack. I'm fine."

"Atleast let me help," he said in an attempt to compromise.

"Jack," she began with a fake smile plasteredsighed and on her face. "I'm fine."

"Fine?" he asked picking up a small jar of spice from the ground, its contents spilled all over the place.

"Yes. That state of being where no assistance be needed."

"Well this jar of cumin would tell me otherwise...If it were to speak that it is."

"Well then," said Anamaria, turning back around to the cabinets looking for the same things she had had no so luck finding for the past half hour, "It's a good thing cumin can't speak now isn't it?"

"And isn't it a bad thing you're so stubborn?" Jack of course, being the man that he is, did not mean the words that had so easily flowed from his mouth to come out the way they had. However, he HAD meant to say them. Jack Sparrow, being a man that had known Anamaria for many years over SHOULD have known that those words would not blow over well.

Anamaria quit her search, once again turning back around to face her partner. "Oh I'm stubborn now? Is that it?"

"Ana!" he yelled, exasperated, "All I mean is that it isn't so shameful to need help sometimes. You're so damned prideful you don't want anyone to think you can't do anything on your own, or for anyone to look down upon you. God forbid you need the slightest bit of help from anyone who happens to genuinely care about you and your well being such as everyone in this house and everyone on that damned ship of ours! And of course you couldn't actually be tired and need assistance. No! Anamaria is so strong she can go back to being a man right after losing a baby!"

"Listen to yourself. I just lost a baby! I lost a child that was inside of me! I lost something that grew inside of my womb for 8 months and nourished from me, depended on me. Something that I loved more than anything in the world. But-"

"And I lost one too! That child was ours Ana! Lina was OURS!

"Let me finish Jack!" She paused, taking a deep breath. "But it isn't the end of my life Jack. That's why I have to move on and just go back to being myself."

"Ana...you don't have to go back to being yourself just yet."

"I've worked so hard to become who I am. I have to be me all the time." Ana left no time for retaliation storming out of the kitchen and furthermore out of the house in an instant. Jack was left frustrated and provoked as he went out to the living room and took a seat on the couch. It would have little effect for him to go after her, seeing as it would just lead to a much larger explosion for following in the first place and then they would continue on with the previous argument. So he reamained on the couch, too frustrated to even get up for a bottle of rum. Though Jack, for the life of him could not even fathom how that was even possible.

A/N: Wow it's been a while since this has been updated. I'm very sorry about that though I take 3 AP classes, and Pre-calculus so that means tons of homework. And on top of that I'm EXTREMELY active in my school's JROTC unitleaving little time to even THINK about writing. Fortunately I had an AP Bio field trip and was able to finish about 90 of this chapter on the bus ride. So, my rambling aside, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I am actually about to start writing chapter 5 as soon as this chapter is posted so your wait should only be about 2 weeks this time. Thanks for sticking by my fics and being so supportive. Please review!