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The Black Pearl was still, having dropped anchor for the night. The moon, which had been so full and revealing a few nights before, had disappeared and was now just a white slice in the sky like a blinking eye. Movement could be heard from Will and Elizabeth's room, voices whispering in the dark. A candle still flickered there.
Jack woke with someone sitting on him. He put his hands on her hips and grinned. Possibly one of the best ways be woken up, he thought happily.. Then he opened his eyes.
Ana-Maria was sitting on him, holding a dagger in one hand, her face with a not-happy-jan expression.
"Eh, luv?" Jack said with attempted friendliness. His hopeful face slowly faded away as Ana-Maria remained silent, holding the dagger a few inches from his chest. Jack stared at her hand, and then back at her face, and then at the dagger. Then it registered.
The green emerald was still stuck in the hilt of the blade, the gold having lost some of its shine and the blade didn't look so sharp, but it was still the same dagger that he'd left her on the dock with ten years ago. In her other hand she had the strip of red fabric it had been wrapped it. She clenched the fabric in her fist, waving it in his face.
"You bastard." She said. Jack looked confused. He remembered being naked with her, and everything being all cuddly. Except now, well, somehow he'd managed to piss her off while he slept. He licked his lips.
"Um luv? Haven't we been through this?" He said hopefully. Maybe she'd just woken up disorientated, and would put down the pretty pointy thing and come to her senses. She widened her eyes. Jack nodded, moving his hand from her hips towards the dagger, but she raised it, moving as though she meant to stab him. Jack cringed.
"Jack!" She said.
"Uh huh?" He replied, scared, his eyes not moving from the dagger.
"You left me this dagger that day." She said, a quiet rage flickering through her. "I swore I'd kill you with it, no matter how long it took." There was a silence, and Jack raised a finger questioningly.
"Uh, Ana?"
"What Jack?" She snapped.
"What's going on?" He asked. She pursed her lips, and then relaxed, her shoulders dropping as though all the tension had flown out of her.
"Jack, you swore for ten years that you'd find Barbossa and kill him. Well, I did the same thing. Ten years Jack since I saw you,"
"Well, five, really," Jack said, halting her flow. "Since Acadia." He added, and then made a gesture like I'm-not-going-to-talk-anymore-you-talk.
"And what do I do? I end up going to bed with you! It's weak!" She steamed. "You left me with this dagger, and a bloody scrap of material!" She yelled, the dagger dancing dangerously up and down. Jack grabbed her hand, and she looked at the dagger in it as though she'd never seen it before. Jack carefully prised it out of her hand.
"It came from your head scarf, didn't it?" She said, showing him the material. He looked grave, and then nodded. Her eyes softened, and he placed the dagger on the bedside table. "What I thought was a token of. I don't know, that we were enemies, you paying me back for letting that man nearly hit you with the dagger, it was.."
"My way of saying I'd come back." Jack said quietly.
"But you didn't!" She scowled. He took her hands.
"But I meant to."
"Jack," She said, burying her head in his chest. "What am I meant to do? The only thing I planned to do for ten years was to kill you. And now.now you're here."
"Ana, Ana luv!" He said, trying to get her attention, stroking her hair. "All you have to do now is stay. Here, on the Pearl." She looked up, and he stroked the path of her tears down her face. "You don't chase someone for ten years unless they really mean something to you, luv. I know." He said meaningfully.
"I didn't think I'd ever be able to forgive you." She said seriously.
"Why did you, luv?" He asked, watching her face as he lay immobile against the pillow.
"Because. because you're more important. This," She touched his chest, and then her own. "This is more important then something that happened ten years ago." She said bluntly.
Then she paused, and looked thoughtful.
"Does that mean, you and Barbossa were?" She trailed off. Jack shook his head, not understanding. "Well, you know, I chased you cause. well, were you and Barbossa, you know." She made a complicated gesture with her hand.
"What? No!" He said, shocked.
"Oh, come on, you know, you wear eyeliner, he had that thing with the apples." She said bobbing her head.
"Ana-Maria!" Jack interrupted, his eyes widening with horror. She laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.
"I've shocked the unshockable Captain Jack Sparrow." She said, kissing him, and tugging on his lip slightly with her teeth.
"Dirty mind you have, though I must say having you as a first mate makes much more pleasurable company then having Barbossa." He joked slyly. She paused, breaking away.
"Does that mean.." She said worriedly. He growled, pulling he into another kiss.
"And Ana?"
"Hmm?" She said, kissing her way down his chest.
"No more wake up calls with knifes please." He said. "For once, I'd like to be woken up with maybe a little shake, or a breakfast in bed."
"Aye, aye Captain." She murmured.
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The Black Pearl was still, having dropped anchor for the night. The moon, which had been so full and revealing a few nights before, had disappeared and was now just a white slice in the sky like a blinking eye. Movement could be heard from Will and Elizabeth's room, voices whispering in the dark. A candle still flickered there.
Jack woke with someone sitting on him. He put his hands on her hips and grinned. Possibly one of the best ways be woken up, he thought happily.. Then he opened his eyes.
Ana-Maria was sitting on him, holding a dagger in one hand, her face with a not-happy-jan expression.
"Eh, luv?" Jack said with attempted friendliness. His hopeful face slowly faded away as Ana-Maria remained silent, holding the dagger a few inches from his chest. Jack stared at her hand, and then back at her face, and then at the dagger. Then it registered.
The green emerald was still stuck in the hilt of the blade, the gold having lost some of its shine and the blade didn't look so sharp, but it was still the same dagger that he'd left her on the dock with ten years ago. In her other hand she had the strip of red fabric it had been wrapped it. She clenched the fabric in her fist, waving it in his face.
"You bastard." She said. Jack looked confused. He remembered being naked with her, and everything being all cuddly. Except now, well, somehow he'd managed to piss her off while he slept. He licked his lips.
"Um luv? Haven't we been through this?" He said hopefully. Maybe she'd just woken up disorientated, and would put down the pretty pointy thing and come to her senses. She widened her eyes. Jack nodded, moving his hand from her hips towards the dagger, but she raised it, moving as though she meant to stab him. Jack cringed.
"Jack!" She said.
"Uh huh?" He replied, scared, his eyes not moving from the dagger.
"You left me this dagger that day." She said, a quiet rage flickering through her. "I swore I'd kill you with it, no matter how long it took." There was a silence, and Jack raised a finger questioningly.
"Uh, Ana?"
"What Jack?" She snapped.
"What's going on?" He asked. She pursed her lips, and then relaxed, her shoulders dropping as though all the tension had flown out of her.
"Jack, you swore for ten years that you'd find Barbossa and kill him. Well, I did the same thing. Ten years Jack since I saw you,"
"Well, five, really," Jack said, halting her flow. "Since Acadia." He added, and then made a gesture like I'm-not-going-to-talk-anymore-you-talk.
"And what do I do? I end up going to bed with you! It's weak!" She steamed. "You left me with this dagger, and a bloody scrap of material!" She yelled, the dagger dancing dangerously up and down. Jack grabbed her hand, and she looked at the dagger in it as though she'd never seen it before. Jack carefully prised it out of her hand.
"It came from your head scarf, didn't it?" She said, showing him the material. He looked grave, and then nodded. Her eyes softened, and he placed the dagger on the bedside table. "What I thought was a token of. I don't know, that we were enemies, you paying me back for letting that man nearly hit you with the dagger, it was.."
"My way of saying I'd come back." Jack said quietly.
"But you didn't!" She scowled. He took her hands.
"But I meant to."
"Jack," She said, burying her head in his chest. "What am I meant to do? The only thing I planned to do for ten years was to kill you. And now.now you're here."
"Ana, Ana luv!" He said, trying to get her attention, stroking her hair. "All you have to do now is stay. Here, on the Pearl." She looked up, and he stroked the path of her tears down her face. "You don't chase someone for ten years unless they really mean something to you, luv. I know." He said meaningfully.
"I didn't think I'd ever be able to forgive you." She said seriously.
"Why did you, luv?" He asked, watching her face as he lay immobile against the pillow.
"Because. because you're more important. This," She touched his chest, and then her own. "This is more important then something that happened ten years ago." She said bluntly.
Then she paused, and looked thoughtful.
"Does that mean, you and Barbossa were?" She trailed off. Jack shook his head, not understanding. "Well, you know, I chased you cause. well, were you and Barbossa, you know." She made a complicated gesture with her hand.
"What? No!" He said, shocked.
"Oh, come on, you know, you wear eyeliner, he had that thing with the apples." She said bobbing her head.
"Ana-Maria!" Jack interrupted, his eyes widening with horror. She laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.
"I've shocked the unshockable Captain Jack Sparrow." She said, kissing him, and tugging on his lip slightly with her teeth.
"Dirty mind you have, though I must say having you as a first mate makes much more pleasurable company then having Barbossa." He joked slyly. She paused, breaking away.
"Does that mean.." She said worriedly. He growled, pulling he into another kiss.
"And Ana?"
"Hmm?" She said, kissing her way down his chest.
"No more wake up calls with knifes please." He said. "For once, I'd like to be woken up with maybe a little shake, or a breakfast in bed."
"Aye, aye Captain." She murmured.
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