A/N: I started writing this after chapter 8, and got a little stumped, but I figured it was time to continue. I may just do the second one, and maybe the third and fourth if this ends up well.
"Annabelle, get up." Annabelle felt a hand shaking her shoulder and groaned, burying her face in the pillow. She frowned. Pillow? I thought I was in the cave… She sat up and Hector raised an eyebrow.
"Finally." He chuckled as she yawned. "We're catching up on the Interceptor. I think it would be best if you stayed in the room."
"Whatever." Annabelle yawned and lay back down. She heard Hector sigh and he left the room.
After a few minutes she groaned and sat up, knowing she wasn't going back to bed. "He just had to wake me up." She grumbled as she stood up. Stretching, she realized she wore one of Hector's shirts and pants. She blushed as she realized he must have changed her clothes for her, and opened the door, walking out onto the deck.
"So much for stayin' put." Hector shook his head as Annabelle moved beside him, and she smiled in amusement.
"Did you think I would listen?" She teased, and he rolled his eyes.
"Just stay away from the fighting missy. I don't want to have to protect yeh as well as get back me medallion." Hector warned, and Annabelle rolled her eyes.
"I can take care of myself, Hector." She grumbled.
"I know yeh can, but it would be better for me if yeh stayed out of harm's way." Hector frowned. "Bell, just stay below decks."
"I make no promises." Annabelle shook her head. "If someone make their way below, I'll fight them." She warned, and Hector smiled.
"That be all I ask." He said as she walked below deck, and sat quietly on a barrel, picking up a small apple on her way.
"He looks just like Bootstrap." Annabelle whispered, her eyes widening as she moved out of the way of the crew that were dragging William Turner down to the brig.
"Aye, he does." One crew member pushed a small girl past, and Annabelle reached out a hand to stop him
"Wait!" She frowned. "She doesn't need to go to the brig. I know her." She looked down at the girl, whose eyes were wide. "Catherine."
"Bell?" Catherine pulled away from the surprised crew member and Annabelle pulled her friend into a hug. "I- I thought you were dead!"
"No, clearly not." Annabelle smiled, and then frowned. "Cat, what are you doing here?"
"Will and I broke Jack out of prison- and we came to find you." Annabelle frowned. "It was after Miss Swann was taken."
"Miss Rose?" The crew member cleared his throat.
"Catherine, listen to me." Annabelle whispered. "If they even try and touch you, let me know. I will deal with it."
"Bell?" Catherine's eyes widened and she was pulled away. "You… You're a part of the crew?"
"She's the captain's prisoner." The crew member snapped as he dragged Annabelle away, and she let out a deep breath, heading up the stairs and almost running into Hector.
"Hector! I need to talk to you." Annabelle stopped as Hector glanced at her.
"After, Bell. I have to deal with a few things." Hector's tone was short, and Annabelle raised an eyebrow. The only time he ever got like this was when…
"It's Jack, isn't it?" She said quietly, and then sighed. "Hector, I told you before, when I saw Jack in Tortuga, I didn't think anything of it."
"You lost yer memory then, Bell. I remember how yeh liked him more than me." Hector looked up at her and Annabelle rolled her eyes. "Don't roll yer eyes, missy, ye know it's true."
"I had this argument with you ten years ago; I'm not having it again. Jack is like a brother to me, nothing more. If you want to think I like him that way, Hector, fine. But I don't." She scowled in irritation. "It's what ended it last time between us." She wrapped her arms around her waist and walked towards Barbossa's room. "I'm going to bed." She heard no reply from Hector, and didn't turn around to see.
