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Chapter 7 : Distant thoughts
"Alright, we've stayed here long enough. Let's get a move on here!"
"Jack! Ana's not here!" Gibbs informed him.
Jack cursed under his breath for a moment before looking back at Gibbs. "Where is she!" He asked, frowning a little at the older man.
Gibbs shrugged at Jack who groaned and rubbed his temple to prevent a head ache from forming.
"Could someone get Ana!?"
Jonathan, the youngest member of the crew nodded before jumping over the railing and running away into the city to find Ana. Jack walked over to the railing, remembering the nightmare he had that night. He couldn't get the image of Ana out of his head.
"Jack? You alright?"
Gibbs, his first mate, perhaps the only person on the ship that could call him Jack instead of Captain Jack. Ana called his Jack more then often, but Jack let her, knowing that he couldn't change her stubborn character.
He smiled, knowing that her stubbornness could get her in trouble once. He nodded to answer Gibbs question but inside, his mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. The nightmare, Ana, his feelings. His mind asked questions he couldn't answer.
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"Ana? Why aren't you at the ship yet?"
Ana's eyes widened as she let her cup of rum fall on the ground. Before answering Jonathan's question, she ran out of the pub, hurrying herself to the docks. Jonathan frowned and followed the woman outside, knowing that he had to hurry or Captain Jack Sparrow might leave without him.
Jonathan knew that Ana had a special place with Jack, but his mind was ignorant to how close the two really were. He took short breaths as he ran after Ana, trying to keep up with her. Ana saw the ship, knowing that Jack was already leaving.
Gibbs threw a rope at her, her left hand grabbed the rope tightly while her other hand grabbed Jonathans arm, knowing that he couldn't make it on his own. Her feet pushed her off the dock, letting her swing with the rope towards the Pearl as the other members of the crew pulled her in.
Ana and Jonathan landed on the deck with the crew continuing to their chores, Ana looked at Jack who nodded at her. Anamaria smiled, nodding back at Jack and following the crew's example and began with her chores.
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Jonathan looked at Anamaria standing next to Jack while he scrubbed the deck. Everyone knew the woman was close to Jack. But Jonathan never thought she was that close she could stand next to him while he looked on his compass.
Jack was a cautious man, knowing that no one was really that honest. After all, he was a pirate, and dishonest. Jack closed the compass as Anamaria leaned with her elbows on the railing, looking at her captain while he steered the ship in the right direction.
Anamaria smiled brightly even though Jack didn't say a word, he looked tired, Jonathan thought. The young boy sighed and went back to scrub the deck, knowing that he would never know what was going on in Captain Jack Sparrow's head.
Ana took over the wheel, it was the same routine like on every journey. She watched Jack's troubled eyes and face before her own eyes looked the other way. He looked thinner, she thought while directing her eyes on the blue ocean around her.
The wind blew some hair in her eyes as she shook her head out of her thoughts. Anamaria felt Jack's eyes on her back but she didn't turn around, nor did she say anything. Jack would come out on his own terms, Ana knew that.
She smiled at the warmth of the sun on her face as she placed some of her black hair behind her ear. Jacks eyes fell on the scar on her right arm, not wrist, he reminded himself. He watched her steer the Pearl in a way that fascinated him.
His thoughts drifted away from the blue sea. Jack blinked a couple of times as he refocused. The horizons were far away and as calm as they could get for such a warm day. The soft waves of th ocean met the wood of the Pearl, rocking the ship softly as it made it's own way through the wide spaces of the sea.
Freedom, Jack mused before he took another sip of his rum, that's what it's really all about...freedom. Jack smirked at his thoughts as he looked over his working, half-asleep crew.
His feet brought him straight next to Ana, who's eyes were fixated on the deck. For a small moment, Jack thought he saw a smile appear on her face before it disappeared again. Jack smiled himself, walking behind Anamaria and grabbing the wheel with his two hands, the rum bottle fell empty on the floor.
"How did tha' scar get there."
"None of yer business Jack. it's barely a scratch."
Jack smirked and leaned closer to Ana. She placed her head on his chest and look up at him as she was trapped between his two arms.
"If you want the wheel back, just say it." Jack laughed and was surprised Ana stayed in the same position she was in at that moment. Normally she would run away. She let go of the wheel and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Her brown eyes closed for the moment as Jack turned the wheel a little, ignoring the strange looks from the crew.
It felt good, having Ana so close to him, Jacks thoughts drifted away again as he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist in order to keep Ana from falling. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a smile appearing on Mr. Gibbs lips.
Jack smirked and held the wheel in one hand while holding Ana close to him. He looked at her curiously, her breathing was calm and silent as a smile appeared on his own face again. Mr. Gibbs quickly took over the wheel while Jack picked the young woman up without waking her up.
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Ana woke up, her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Some small candles burned happily, lightening the cabin. Anamaria recognized the small lighted room and looked around, throwing he covers from her petit body.
"You fell asleep." Jack's voice answered her unasked question. Anamaria frowned and yawned a little. She had been tired on her feet before, but she never thought she would've fallen asleep at the wheel. In Jack's arms.
She shook her head out of her thoughts and looked at Jack. The candles were the only light illuminating his face and in some way. It made him look more dangerous than he already was. His brown eyes showed only black and Ana managed another small smile, blinking in the sun as Jack opened the curtains.
"And you didn't care me to my own cabin because?"
"Mine was so much closer." Jack said as a matter of fact. The Captain of the Black Pearl smirked at the woman on his bed.
She looked away, laughing a little before turning her head back at his face. Her own brown eyes looked outside, noticing the ship wasn't moving.
"Small break?"
"Aye, crew was getting tired in the hot sun." Jack nodded, showing Ana one of his rare, true and honest smiles. Anamaria nodded, her mind absent from the real topic. Her eyes followed Jack around the cabin, noticing how his white shirt missed a couple of buttons.
"Had a good sleep?" Ana blinked again and refocused her gaze. She nodded and showed Jack the smile that played on her lips.
"What's wrong with you? You seem...distant." Anamaria asked her captain, looking at him curiously.
Jack looked up from the various papers he was going through. His gaze lingered on Anamaria's face before his eyes darted back to his own notes. She noticed how clean and straight his handwriting really was, since they practically lived on a constant moving and rocking ship.
"Just a bad dream." Jack's voice brought her back to the present again. Anamaria realized her thoughts had drifted off again as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Want to tell me about it?" Jack shook his head, making soft noises with the trinkets in his hair.
Jacks rough hands picked up his hat before he placed it over his own red bandana and walked out of the door. Anamaria jumped to her feet, following Jack outside without a second thought.
She blinked in the Caribbean sun and her feet guided her up the stairs to the helm. Jack looked out to the sea, his eyes distant and his mind elsewhere. Anamaria felt her own lips form another small smile that moment before she placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking him out of his daydream.
Jack looked over his shoulder before he turned around to face Anamaria. Ana saw a smirk played on his lips before he ordered the crew to get back to work. Clearly, the interaction between their captain and Anamaria was more interesting.
Ana's left hand grabbed the small wound on her right arm, hiding it a little. Her body leaned against the railing of the Pearl, her eyes looking in the distance. What her mind didn't know was that Jack was struggling inside of him to break free from his feelings. Just like her own feelings grew stronger and stronger each day.
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Jack placed his head in his hands while he pondered over the various papers spread across his table. His absent mind kept replaying the dream, like a broken record. Jack leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply.
"What's happening to me?" He whispered to himself as he closed his tired eyes. His lungs took a deep breath when his mind remembered all the work he needed to finish. Jack's hand picked up the pen as he drew some more lines on the map, precisely as he was learned to do so long ago.
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