Author's Note.

So...erhmm. Yeah. :D

Okay, don't kill me! . I know it's a really (really, really) late update, but you wouldn't believe what's happening over here. D: I was sick and I even missed my basketball camp! Plus, we're competing this year and after last year...*shudders* We really need to win. I'm so sorry, I've been swamped these past few weeks, but I'm writing now, since it's the mid-term holidays. :D Which last's only a week, but still.

Okay, okay, enough of my personal problems. HERE~ is Chapter Seven(actually Chapter Six, but let's call it seven for convenience). :)

P.s: It's short. That's all I can say. But I promise I'll post a chapter longer than this! . I actually thought of writing more and posting, but I fugured I've taken long enough to update. :)

Disclaimer: Yes. I own Jack. Our wedding is going to be in America, Disney land, where the Black Pearl has been docked, you all are invited. :D Hahaah, Jk, don't own nothing. :)


Chapter six: Never trust a pirate.

No one's POV.

He stepped inside the little cave. It was so small; he could barely take another step inside without crushing any part of the sleeping girl who lay on its cold floor. She was fast asleep in the most awkward position. Her arm was thrown behind her head and one of her legs was curled up to her chest. Her breathing was slow and deep, a catch in it that indicated that she had been crying. He cocked an eyebrow as he saw her luscious lips open in a sigh. Her dreams must be good, then. He grinned wickedly. Not for long, my lovely. He thought.

The man dragged a hand over his beard. He had almost lost the couple after they had been knocked off the horse. Indeed, he was following the tracks of the horse they were on, but when he reached finally reached the horse, he realized there was nobody on it. He had been made a fool of twice that night. He sneered.

He did not like being the fool. So he had re traced his steps and found the two of them lying unconscious, against a tree. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to kill them yet. No, he couldn't kill The Great Captain Jack Sparrow; he wasn't allowed to….yet. The girl, well, he wanted more time with her. She was a pretty piece of flesh, and he wanted his fill of her before anything else.

The man narrowed his eyes and sat down on his haunches. Hmm, just what to do with her? He could take her right here and no –

"Jus' what do yer think yer doin'?" Somebody snarled behind him. The man sighed.

"I've found her," he informed the new comer, "it's most likely she wouldn't know anything, but…" He trailed off. He was hoping for the new comer to go and leave him to his business. "Look," he said, deciding on a new tactic. "You said I could have the girl, didn't you? As long as I found that man for you, and I –"

WHAM. The new comer's fist collided with the side of the man's head, knocking him to the floor, out cold. He grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Never trust a pirate." He stated simply.

And with that, he kicked the man's body out of the way, picked up the sleeping girl and carried her out of the little cave. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.


Annie.

Warmth…softness…"Mmm," she sighed as she rolled over. She felt so warm and something soft was rubbing itself against her skin. She let out another contented sigh and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets. Wait, what?

Her eyes snapped open. Immediately, they were assaulted by cruel sunlight that was streaming in from God knows where.

"Ahhh!" she screamed and sat up like a shot. Her eyes widened when she realized she was in a bed. A real, soft bed. She rubbed the heels of her palms over her eyes. Stars and fireworks were going off beneath her eyelids and when her eyes finally adjusted to the bright light, she peered around curiously.

She was in a small room, no, it was more like a cabin. The little nest was scattered with maps and books. She wrinkled her nose as she saw some bottles in the corner, presumably liquor. She was obviously in man's room. The cabin gave off a deceptively cheerful feeling but Annie could feel a distinct cold chill that lay just beneath the facade. With this and the dark, black wood that made up the cabin, it was unnerving. She pushed the blankets of her legs and swung her feet to the floor.

Annie let her eyes slowly roam around the room. There was nobody there. She reached up to finger one strand of black hair. Where was she? Her eyes scanned over the room again, curiously. She took a few hesitant steps towards the door and promptly fell over a bottle of something lying on the floor. She felt sticky liquid make contact with her calves just as the door crashed open and a pair of worn leather boots -well, that was what she saw- entered. Annie felt a chill of fear run through her body.

She really needed to work on her entrances.


Author's note number two which won't be as long as the one up there, I promise. :)

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