This is my first attempt at a fan fic, so please, if it's absolutely
horrible, my apologies ^^;; And also, it's from Jack's point of view.
that's just something you should know off the top of it ..
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I peered over the front of the Black Pearl, searching for any sign of the Royal Navy I'd left behind me at Port Royal. For some odd reason, after I escaped from the gallows yesterday, they didn't immediately pursue me. Hmph. well, whatever blows your skirts. I took out my compass, one hand still on the wheel. Even if it didn't work, it still felt good to have the little wooden box in my hand while out sailing.
"Ho, there! Anamaria! Ge' ov'r here for a minute." She gave me a funny look and walked over, glancing at my compass, which I promptly put away. I put my arm around her shoulder and pointed to a small ship in front of us. "Ye see tha'? That. is a Royal Navy battleship." I peered at it for a moment and then turned my face to hers. "Are you ready?" She pursed her dark lips, but not after a small chuckle. "Jack, you're daft. Tha's a fishing boat. don't b' so crazy. They're not after us yet." She gave me that rare smile before she went back to washing the deck. I chuckled but I thought to myself, How could she have known what I was worried about?
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I peered over the front of the Black Pearl, searching for any sign of the Royal Navy I'd left behind me at Port Royal. For some odd reason, after I escaped from the gallows yesterday, they didn't immediately pursue me. Hmph. well, whatever blows your skirts. I took out my compass, one hand still on the wheel. Even if it didn't work, it still felt good to have the little wooden box in my hand while out sailing.
"Ho, there! Anamaria! Ge' ov'r here for a minute." She gave me a funny look and walked over, glancing at my compass, which I promptly put away. I put my arm around her shoulder and pointed to a small ship in front of us. "Ye see tha'? That. is a Royal Navy battleship." I peered at it for a moment and then turned my face to hers. "Are you ready?" She pursed her dark lips, but not after a small chuckle. "Jack, you're daft. Tha's a fishing boat. don't b' so crazy. They're not after us yet." She gave me that rare smile before she went back to washing the deck. I chuckled but I thought to myself, How could she have known what I was worried about?