A/N Thanks for some positive feedback!  I want to thank my reviewers (Two of them are not in the review box because fanfiction tore this story down!!!! Bastards.)  Well, I am not planning this to be a morbid chapter so, it's ok to read.  I am so sorry for the delay.

Disclaimer:  I only own the things that Disney doesn't (I am not naming them all)

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Chapter 3:  Haunted

            Three months had passed on the S.S Prudence, and Martha and Anamaria haven't spoken about Jack yet.  Unless you count the attempts of Martha trying to pry into the subject.  She always wanted more, more secrets, more pain, and more gruesome facts.  She was a horrible gossip, but she can't help but to know all that is going on in Anamaria's world.  Always in the kitchen there would be a,

            "Dearie, pass the Jack peppers.  I MEAN the black peppers" she said nearly slapping herself with disappointment that she let Anamaria down.  Anamaria sighed and gave a dirty look at Martha.

            "Oh dear, now you are angry at me" Martha screamed.

            "Yes, well, perhaps we can discuss about something else now" said Anamaria but she knew it was a pathetic attempt of changing the subject, and Martha will prevail.

            "Oh darling, please do not be frustrated, I just need to know a couple of more things" Martha pleaded.

            "Oh just as well, ask away" Anamaria wasn't about to argue this time.

            "It's just one thing really, just one question is all.  Have you and Jack ever been engaged?"

            "ARE YOU ABSURD?!  Even if he did propose, would you think I would be stupid enough as to accept?!" Anamaria shouted angrily.

            "Then why do you have such a lovely diamond ring on your left hand, on a particularly special finger?"  Martha asked in a sly tone.  And she was right, for on her left finger, there was a beautiful diamond ring in a shape of a star.  Anamaria looked upon it and blushed.

            "Jack did not give me this ring.  He would probably waste all of his good money on rum.  Someone else gave it to me."  Anamaria said, giving Martha a wink.  She couldn't comprehend at first, but after a few moments, it began to sink in.

            "Oh my dear, you are engaged to Captain Woodbridge!"  Anamaria nodded at the woman.

            "Oh, how lucky!  How very lucky of you!"  Martha said as she closed in on Anamaria giving her an enormous embrace. "Oh, I can scarce believe it!  Imagine, my Anamaria, engaged to one of the handsomest men in all of Port Royal!  Very respectable handsome men mind you." Martha was all to excited and Anamaria was happy to see Martha up and about too.  It felt as she had finally found peace after all, after all she has gone though.

            Anamaria and Martha had much difficulty making dinner that night.  After talking about dresses, food, where the wedding would take place, it almost seemed like there was going to be no dinner for these poor sailors.  They finally fixed up some soup and salad for these men (which not all were grateful) and skipped the dishes for the night.  They went to bed early, for the surprise was a little too much for Martha.  However, Anamaria had trouble sleeping.  Anamaria went to bed that night thinking of if she had been this happy ever in her life.

            Well there was that one time when Jack…"NO!"  Anamaria nearly slapped herself.  You must stop thinking about him, he's no good, and he is a liar and a deceiver, isn't that enough for you?

            "I certainly hope not" said a mysterious voice in her head.   Instantly she got up on her feet.

            "W-who's t-there?" she asked with her knees wobbling.  She saw nothing in her quarters.  But she had heard something, that couldn't have been her imagination.

            "Hello there love" Then something inside of Anamaria began to sink.

            "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!  I THOUGHT YOU LEFT?!"  She screamed into the wall.   Suddenly there was no answer.  It was silent again.  Anamaria could feel the sweat trickle down her face.  "It was nothing, just a dream" she said to herself.  She hesitated before climbing in her bed, but after one good look around her room, it seemed safe again.  She looked up at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes and dosed off for a little while until she heard something in her room, shuffling.   She became scared, as if there was something intruding.  She was too frightened to open her eyes.  She overcame her fear and opened her eyes in an instant, and when she did, she saw a face.  A face only too familiar to her, looking down upon her.

            "JACK!" she screamed piercingly into the darkness and shot up from her bed, but then again the room was empty and nothing was there.  Anamaria was practically sobbing at this point going down on her hands and knees.

            "You have a lot of nerve, coming here on the most important day of my life, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Anamaria knew it was hopeless.  She can never forget and Jack will forever haunt her.  Now the pain was rising to her stomach, and it became too unbearable.  This hell was never going to be over.

            Suddenly the door flung open and there stood Captain Woodbridge before her.  "What is happening, you are waking up the whole ship!" the captain said angrily.  "I hope you do not act like this when we are married!  Imagine what would everyone say when people see you in this stupid manner!"  That was the straw that broke the camels back.  Anamaria stopped sobbing and looked at Woodbridge with a malicious look on her face.

            "Of course not darling, I would never want to embarrass you!  I would never embarrass you like that when we are married, because we will never be married!  How dare you talk to me that way?"  Anamaria said in a bitter comportment.  Woodbridge seemed taken aback.

            "I'm sorry if I had offended you, but please get up, you look so pathetic."  At that moment Anamaria rose up and slapped him.

            "You don't even know what I've been though" she said although she knew he was only half listening because his hand was on his face trying fix the excruciating pain.  He was whimpering in a childish manner that Anamaria had the biggest temptation to mock him for it, but dissuaded herself.   She went on "All those night when I hear his voice in my dreams, seeing his face in the darkness and you don't even care…"

            "Darling" he said while trying to heal himself "Who are you talking about?"  Anamaria stopped herself.  She knew she sounded insane.  He stopped pretending to be injured and looked at her with the biggest curious eyes, which also had an angry glare to them.

            "Nothing" she said turning away.  He drew a very dramatic and loud sigh so she could hear.

            "Well, it has to be something to be acting in which a juvenile manner.  Come now what is it?"  He asked her.  Anamaria merely looked at him.  She was very angry at him, but no matter how hard she tried, no words come find their way out of her mouth.  She wanted to scream and shout at him for humiliating her, though not even the tiniest sound came out of her mouth.  She wanted to blame him, but it wasn't his fault, no matter how hard she tried to make it his fault.  She took one last glance at him.

            "You wouldn't understand" and went to bed leaving Captain Woodbridge in the doorway dumbfound.  She closed the door and rushed to her bed and sobbed. What do you want from me?  What do you want?  You ruin everything!  She went to bed that night crying her to sleep.