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Damned to the Depths
- Chapter Two
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Ana tensed as the name passed over her lips, her nails biting into Jack's arm. The pirate captain frowned as she broke skin, the telltale signs of blood showing through his olive complexion.
The captain of the Belladonna looked amused at Ana's fear of him; his eyes glinting mischievously as he stood up and made his way to the lower deck. Jack watched, his eyes never leaving the man until he heard Ana muttering something under her breath. He glanced at her, the worry creasing her brow as she mumbled, "It's just not possible."
Jack's head snapped around, his eyes narrowing at the other captain. "Who are ye?"
The captain of the Belladonna laughed gravelly. "Why Jack Sparrow, I'm surprised you don't remember me. The name's Bennett. Captain Bennett."
"And the name is Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack corrected.
Bennett was slightly amused at this as he smirked. "Yes well, Captain, it seems that you have something," he paused, his eyes landing on Anamaria. "That belongs to me."
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"Oh Will, I can't believe we're finally going!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she stood at the bow of the ship, the warm Caribbean breeze nipping at her face, her cheeks full of color. Close by her daughter struggled with her own feet as she crawled around.
"Excited?" Will asked as he picked the child up, her face brightening at the sight of her father.
Elizabeth glanced at her husband, the joy in her eyes. "Ecstatic, Will! It's been almost a year, and come this time tomorrow, we'll be celebrating LeeAnn's first birthday with Jack and Ana. I can't wait!"
Will chuckled as he carefully held his daughter up so she could see the waves being swept away from the hull of the ship. "Nor can I," he whispered as he watched the waves dance on the ocean.
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Jack's hand rested on the pommel of his sword, his face cold with rage that boiled inside him. "I don't know what you're talkin' about," he countered sidestepping in front of the woman beside him.
Bennett frowned. "Come now, Sparrow. Don't play dumb. I know you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Ana grabbed a fistful of Jack's shirt as he moved before her, her fingers trembling. Jack spared a glance at her before turning his attention back to Bennett. "What is it that ye want from me?"
Bennett tilted his head. "I'll make a deal with you."
Jack's face contorted in anger, as he seethed, "No deal."
"Now hear me out Sparrow. You give back what belongs to me, and," he stopped and tapped his chin. "And I promise not to scupper your lovely little boat," Bennett offered condescendingly.
Ship, it's a ship! "I said no deal!"
Bennett sighed in frustration. "Why must you make it harder for yourself and your crew, Sparrow? You can't keep something that by right, belongs to me, so hand it over or I'll be forced to take action."
Jack growled menacingly as he unsheathed his sword, "I won't have ye talkin' about her like she's some prize to be won. And I won't be handin' her over to the likes of ye either."
"Have it your way, Sparrow," the anger was visible as it passed Bennett's face, his thumb and forefinger making a clean snap as his crew started to board the Pearl.
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"How much longer do you think it'll take us to reach King's Bay, Captain?" Elizabeth inquired later that day, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Captain Nathan Bradford smiled at the young woman as he looked at his compass. He was an older man of Forty-seven, his hair graying with age with an identical mustache and wrinkles to vouch his years. "Not for at least another half day, lass. Patience."
Elizabeth sighed before leaving him to his helm, alone, as she went to find Will.
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Ana barely had enough time to react as she drew her sword, the sounds of an inevitable battle already rising above the waves crashing against the ship's hull. She tried to keep close to Jack as he made his way toward Bennett who had not stepped foot off the Belladonna, a grin on his face as he watched the fight. Ana soon found herself separated from Jack, slight panic overcoming her as she fought against the opposing crew.
She saw Bennett from the corner of her eye intently watching her, watching her every move, how she fought. Ana shivered as she pulled her blade from the belly of an oversized pirate, his own weapon clattering to the deck as he fell. Her senses were overcome by the heavy scent of blood, her balance suddenly misplacing her, as she had to steady herself with the aid of a nearby wall.
After this, Ana forced herself to think. I will definitely stop skipping sleep. She stood up after catching her breath as she continued to make a path through the pirates in hopes of finding Jack. A familiar voice from behind her made her freeze and she slowly turned to see Anson; the pirate whom Jack had dumped off in the jail under Norrington's watch at Port Royal after he had caused trouble with the crew and Ana.
Ana frowned as she spun around, her palms sweaty as she desperately held on to her sword, her fatigue slowing her down. Anson grinned at her, a grin that made Ana want to slap him so hard that not even his smile would wish to replace itself on his face. She glared at him, her chin held high as he stared back her, an evil desire in his eyes.
"Well, well if it ain't t' cap'n's lil' whore," Anson chortled as he stepped closer, Ana taking an equal step back.
Anger crossed Ana's face as she retorted, "I'm not anyone's whore."
"That's not how I sees it."
The dark skinned pirate smirked, "I don't gather you see much of anything these days, Anson, not with your ego so damn inflated to the point where you'd dare cross blades with me."
Anson growled and turned catching Ana off guard as he brought his sword down mockingly making Ana sidestep and raise her own blade. The action was just enough to give Anson time to release his dagger from his grasp, the small weapon soaring for its target.
Anamaria cried out as the dagger embedded itself in her left shoulder right above her collarbone. She dropped to her knees, her sword falling beside her as her hand flew to her shoulder, her fingers grasping what little of the blade that protruded from her skin. Blood soaked her shirt as tears soaked her face, her body hunched over protectively as she yanked the small dagger from its resting-place.
The dagger fell to the deck; small flecks of blood from the blade speckled the wooden floor as Ana pressed against the wound tightly. Every muscle in her neck and chest constricted and she soon found herself unable to breathe, her weight being held up by a nearby wall. Anson looked down at her, a smug smile on his face. He blew her a kiss and raised his sword, ready to deliver the striking blow.
Ana shut her eyes awaiting the pain, only to find that none ever came. She heard a commotion and then the loud thump and a clatter. Cracking an eye, she saw Anson, face down on the deck, his sword beside him and blood caking his back. Ana looked up and sighed with relief at the person as they helped her up.
"Gibbs', you're a sight for sore eyes," Ana said through ragged breaths.
The old sailor spit on Anson's body as he and Ana stepped over the fallen pirate, Gibbs muttering, "Damned fool," as Ana kicked the dead man and hissed, "Pity. Bet you never saw that one coming." Gibbs turned weary eyes to the woman, his gaze stopping on her injury.
"It's all right, Gibbs," Ana assured looking about. "Where is Jack?"
There was a shrug and then "I don't rightly know lass. He was there one minute, gone t' next."
Ana gripped Gibbs's arm and said through clenched teeth, "We aren't any match for the Belladonna and her crew. Tell everyone you can find, to prepare for sail as soon as possible. Oh and Gibbs," she stopped and looked at him. "I want everyone not of Jack's crew to not be left standing. And whatever you do, make sure that Bennett is not onboard before we sail."
Gibbs tilted his head as he noticed a spark in her eyes, the same spark he had seen nigh two years ago during the first battle with Flood when Ana had left Gibbs standing on the helm of a beaten and battered Pearl as she went off to find Jack. With a quick nod from the older sailor, Ana was gone, once again lost in the torrent of blood shed.
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Jack glanced about wildly searching for Anamaria. She had been behind him, he thought, but when he turned around she was gone. Instead he found Bennett's crew, swords unsheathed. He took any that stood in his way down as he continued his path for Bennett himself who remained on his ship like a coward.
From his position, Jack could see several of his crew retreating, and he cursed. He reached the side of the ship and looked over at the Belladonna fully expecting to see Bennett still standing there like a cur, but when he looked up, he saw nothing but an empty deck. He let out a frustrated growl and spun around, his eyes skimming the numerous faces among his deck.
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Ana pushed her way through the fighting, all the while keeping herself upright on her own two feet. She jumped over a few fallen bodies only find herself jerked back as someone grabbed her injured shoulder and flung her back, her body striking a wall. She shook the pain away and opened her eyes, a gasp catching in her throat.
Damn him, Ana silently cursed. I thought I made myself clear to Gibbs when I told him to make sure HE wasn't on the ship!
Bennett hovered over her, his face holding a very contented and smug smile as he pinned her against the wall, his arm overlapping her chest, restraining her. Ana grimaced as pain shot through her arm and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. There was a chuckle as a finger traced her jaw down her neck and finally to the open 'V' of her shirt.
"Well if it isn't my little pigeon," Bennett said playing with the buttons of her blouse.
Ana looked away, her chin up and her eyes closed. Bennett growled at her boldness to defy him and seethed, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, wench!" He pressed her against the wall, his weight crushing her as she yelled out, the pain flaring through her arm, chest and spreading to her abdomen. Ana's eyes widened as he suddenly brought his fist down aimed for her stomach; she flinched and quickly dodged him before the blow landed.
Not again, Ana told herself as she stood there shaking, her legs barely supporting her. Bennett raised an eyebrow at her before saying, "Ah, I see. This raises the stakes by quite a bit, pigeon, wouldn't you say? By right alone, you are mine and don't think for one minute that you or that pathetic captain of yours can do anything to stop me."
Ana glowered at him, her strength quickly fading, leaving her to fend for herself in the face of the enemy. She pursed her lips and spit on him, the anger flickering dangerously in her eyes. "Mark my words, Derrick, you'll burn in hell for what you've done," she warned as he wiped the spittle from his face with his sleeve.
He brought his face close to hers, his hand too close for comfort on her midsection and hip as he whispered, "And I just might, but not before you land yourself there first, darling." He dipped his head and pressed his lips against hers, the pressure causing Ana to squirm beneath him as the pain seared through her every vein.
Ana was disgusted. She felt sick as she felt Derrick's hands roam her body greedily as his lips smothered hers, her body pinned by his weight. For the first time that she could remember, Ana was helpless.
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He knew Bennett had to be here somewhere, having sneaked over while Jack was occupied taking care of that man's men. A flash of blue, yellow and red caught his attention and he looked to see Cotton's parrot circling the battle deck squawking loudly. Just to his right he could see Gibbs rushing to the helm as one of the crew started cutting the ropes that tethered the two ships together.
A cracking noise made him bring his head up as he saw a rope snap from where it had been severed by the fights, the sail and mast teetering in the wind. Realization struck him as to what would happen if Gibbs heaved the ship away in an escape and he rushed forward to the helm. "Gibbs, NO!"
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Derrick finally pulled back and let Ana go, who quickly covered her mouth with a hand and dropped to her knees as she retched all over the deck. She was repulsed at his actions and she shuddered at the thought of him touching her. She continued to vomit with those thoughts, her body convulsing with the heaving.
She felt a hand on her back and heard a voice in her ear whisper, "Don't think you've won just yet. Oh no pigeon, the game is just starting. The hunt has begun, and you my dear, are the hunted. I will have what is mine, just you wait and see." And with that, he disappeared into the bloody mess and fading fights, to return to his ship as it pulled away, sailing into the distance.
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"Gibbs, NO!"
The demand rose above the droning noise in Ana's ears as she heard Jack yelling out at the quartermaster. She wiped the back of her sleeve across her mouth; the putrid taste still lingering on her tongue. She brought her head up as she heard her captain yelling at Gibbs to stop, but his order fell on deaf ears.
Just as Ana rose to her feet she heard a snapping sound as she witnessed a smaller mast teeter on its own before descending toward the deck and-
"JACK!" Ana shouted out and pushed her pain aside as she rushed forward in time to see Jack crumple to the deck.
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A/N: And alas, chapter 2 hits the uploading block, with little time to spare. Wow, what a doozy! And it gets better! I think. Lots more action, lots more. And more guests, more surprises and suspense. Yes, yes, lots of suspense.
Also, I have just been informed that I do, own the chicken in the man suit. Isn't that something! Its not everyday you get to own a chicken dressed in a man suit.
Review Thanks-
Jackfan2- Yes, lots of action and actually, its more along the lines of "Holy Chicken Dressed In a Man Suit!"
Rat- 'Tis an honor to see a review from you up here. An honor indeed! Thank You.
Kingleby- Pirates no know term for break, eh? Pity. But hey, keep reading, they'll get a well-deserved break indeed. Just not, anytime soon.
Elizabeth Swan/Turner- Suggestion or allegation? (laughs) Any who, thank you for reviewing, and hope you continue to do so, this way, you can find out what happens. And, is riding a giraffe any different from riding a building with legs? (The stable hands said it was a horse, but I think they lied.)
Sorako- Hmm, a decision on Jack's part. Makes sense, but have no fears, I won't leave the decision making up to him, for alas, he'd chose his rum, crawl in the bottle and stay there forevermore.
SpecialEddie- Oh yay! Does that mean my summary is that intriguing? Great cause that's what I'm aiming for. A way to draw in readers! And thank you so much! Your words are like... to me, like rum is to drunken sailor? (Thank you!)
Original Max A- Hey, long time- no see. No worries mate. But yes, I agree. Jack giving up the life of piracy completely is totally OOC for him, but no one ever said that he couldn't do without it for a short period of time. And yes, no matter what, the love the two share is stronger than any Caribbean current.
Cal- Yes, I remember the soap opera theory, and thank you for bringing that hypothesis to mind cause its actually a side base for the plot of this story. The two pirates are definitely in for a wild ride, but hey, it's nothing they can't handle, savvy? SAVVY! I thank you for the time you spend on my stories, it's great to see that they are enjoyable. Also to answer a review for 'Journey' about Ana being pure, the answer is there in the story where she tells Jack about her past and the night her home was destroyed.
She thinks back, the pirates whom captured her, attempted rape and were stopped, well in one still so young, something like that has a tendency to make you skittish around such things as sex. She lost her family and her friends and almost her life in one night, trauma like that, takes a while to heal. Just thought you'd might like to know why she is the way she is. ^_^ (Again, thank you.)
-J