Anya sat at the table, her hands folded on the table, sitting up straight, staring at the bible that lay in front of her. It was battered, folded, torn from use. Blood adorned the leather jacket and not even its pages could keep Anya from feeling sick. It sat across from her. Taunting her.
Her cousin Tom had taken Jack in hours ago, and no news yet. It was fortunate that he lived in the cove; one of the few places the Pearl had not earned a bad reputation. Gibbs sat on the chair across from her, his flask tipped up on his lips.
Finally the door creaked open and Tom's sandy haired head peaked around the corner. He stepped out and closed the door quietly. Both Anya and Gibbs stood up, Gibbs looking almost as nauseous as Anya.
'How is he Tom?' Anya asked softly, afraid of what the answer might be. Tom smiled slightly and Anya felt a huge weight being lifted from her shoulders.
'He'll be alright. He's lucky, that's for certain. If you hadn't gotten him to me when you did…..'
'Can we see 'im?' Gibbs cut in, his flask finally emptied. Tom nodded.
'One at a time.' He said side stepping the door. 'He's drowsy. I've put him on some heavy medication, so he may or may not have any recollection of this tomorrow. Don't get him too excited either. Remember, he's on the mend.' All these instructions were unsettling Anya, and she felt several pangs of guilt streak through her. Suddenly her mouth ran dry, and she felt herself become stiff. She wanted to see Jack, really she did. But she was afraid to. More like nervous afraid. She couldn't really explain.
'You go first Gibbs. I'm too scared.' Anya said retreating to her seat and placing her hand on the bible as if for support. Gibbs nodded, smiling toothily as he entered the room and closed the door. Tom wiped his hands on a rag lying near the china basin.
'So. Pirates eh? I always knew you weren't as prim and proper as you let on.' He said smiling a bit. Anya bowed her head, shuffling her feet around so that she was now facing the table dead on.
'Mam and Father are dead Tom.' Silence. 'Sydney too, probably.' She finally worked up the courage to look up into the face of her cousin. He stood, frozen, in front of the water basin, staring at her in disbelief.
'H-how?' he stuttered out. Anya looked back at the bible.
'Pirates.' Silence. Anya's nails dug into the jacket of the little beaten bible.
'And then they kidnapped you?' Tom's voice was stony and cold. Regretful. Anya shook her head and looked up at her cousin.
'No. Different pirates. That man you just saved….. saved my life.' Tom seemed to untense a bit at this small piece of information.
'I should thank him then.' He said, but his voice was still as cold and monotone as before. Anya bowed her head and stood, walking over to her cousin.
'I'm sorry.' She said looking up, her eyes welling up with tears. 'I'm sorry mam died.' Tom's face softened at this and he embraced his little cousin, sorry for making her remember and feel so horrible. Anya broke away, wiping her tears from her eyes. 'I never knew her. Not really.'
'No one really knew her.' Tom concluded, helping to wipe her eyes. Anya let out a small laugh.
'Except Aunt Peggy.' She said sniffling slightly. Tom smiled.
'Yes, mother was the only who really understood your mam.' He said quietly. 'The only one who kept her secrets.' Anya looked up, frowning slightly.
'What secrets?' she asked, hiccoughing. Tom opened his mouth, about to answer, when the door opened and Gibbs stepped around, weeping shamelessly into a dirty gray hanky.
'He's askin fer yah missy.' He coughed out as he made his way past the two cousins. Anya nodded.
'I should go see him.' She said quietly, breaking away from Tom and walking slowly toward the door, pushing it open so that she could squeeze through, and then closing it. Jack was lying in a bed of white linen, surrounded by dozens and dozens of candles. He looked up to see her and grinned, the light reflecting in his gold teeth.
'H'llo love.' He said motioning for her to come sit by him. His eyes were half closed, and his smile was lazy. She moved forward cautiously, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him sadly. 'Now, now, don't be sad. I'm the one that got blown away, member?' he said, jokingly. But Anya didn't even smile.
'I'm sorry.' She said softly. Jack frowned, now grinning impishly.
'Sorry? Pet, cause a you, I haven't popped me clogs yet.' He said looking at her quizzically. Anya shook her head.
'No, just….. sorry for everything.' She said taking his hand in hers. Jack frowned even more and looked down at their joined hands and then back at her sad face. The way her eyes were glassy with tears and her lip pouted made his chest tighten. He felt a funny jolt in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn't from being hit by the debris. Jack didn't like it either. It was a funny squirming feeling, as if he'd eaten worms or something.
'Stop it.' He said grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks together. Her eyes shot up to meet his and he felt his stomach jolt again, and his brows furrowed even more. 'Stop it!' he demanded. Anya grabbed his wrist and wrenched his hand away from her face. Good grip, he thought, as he massaged his now aching wrist.
'Stop what?' she asked, as if he were insane. Which he was. Last time he checked at least. Was sanity something that grew back after a while?
'Nothin.' Jack said raising his hands in the air in defeat. Anya shrugged and placed a hand on her cheek. 'So you saved me. Guess we're square?' he said cocking his head to the side. Anya looked at him, and straightened up.
'I guess so.' She said placing her hands in her lap neatly, the way she used to as a child. Jack thought she looked funny. She looked like a pirate trying to have manners. Which was as likely as seeing a colonial give a pirate a present. 'No.' she said, and his eyes snapped back to her face. 'You saved my life twice. If that soldier hadn't – '
'Forget it.' He said in a low voice, obviously worried about Tom hearing their conversation. Anya shook her head.
'Can't. Can't think of anything else actually.' There was an awkward silence.
'So. You worry about me?' he asked smugly. She squirmed slightly and Jack's smile grew a bit wider. 'Well? You gonna answer and make a sick pirate feel better?' he asked watching her as if she were the only thing in the world. She looked up at him and gave him her own lopsided smile.
'Perhaps a little.' She said, matching his smug grin. Jack pretended to be hurt.
'Only a little? Is that all I mean to you?' he said mockingly. He was rewarded with a laugh. It was the first time he'd ever heard her actually laugh and it made his stomach jolt again. It was light and happy and her eyes smiled revealing that she was truly happy, if not just for a moment. Her laughter subsided and she looked at him mischievously.
'Perhaps I worried a lot.' She said tilting her head and taking his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together. They looked at their hands and Jack grinned.
'Perfect fit, love.' He said, watching her jade green eyes twinkle in the firelight. Suddenly her demeanor changed. She looked down at her lap, averting her eyes from him, suddenly coy. It made Jack smile. Finally she raised her head, and she seemed to be trying to find words, looking at him, her mouth opening and closing mutely. Jack raised an eyebrow. 'What is it?' He asked looking back at her. He squeezed her hand and grinned as she her breath caught in her throat. She knew he was just flirting with her, like she was just another girl. But somehow, Jack made her feel like no other man had ever made her feel. But that was no excuse. Jack Sparrow was not going to get the better of her.
'I just want to thank you.' She said quietly. 'And I – '
'JACK! ANYA!' Gibbs shouted as he burst through the door, pale as a ghost. Jack pulled his hand away and Anya quickly stood up. Gibbs doubled over, panting.
'What is it, man?' Jack said sitting up slowly, trying to ignore the dull pain in his chest.
'Gordon. He's here - and he's lookin - for yah both.' He said between breaths. Anya looked to Jack, her eyes wide with fear at the mention of Gordon's name. Jack meanwhile was frowning, staring at Gibbs in incredulity.
'The Happy Giant is in the Cove?' he repeated. Gibbs nodded vigorously. Jack pushed back the blankets, and carefully swung his feet off the bed, before Anya sat next to him and halted him.
'What are you doing?'
'We have to get to the Pearl. Once we're aboard, she'll put the Giant behind us. The Giant may be big, but Pearl's three times as fast.' He said trying to get up, but Anya put her hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back onto the bed.
'You can't. You're hurt.' She said, trying to stare him down. Jack looked at her as if she were crazier than he was.
'If we don't get out of here now, love, you won't just be hurt, you'll be dead.' He said taking her arm and pulling her a bit close. She seemed to be contemplating it, but Jack knew there was no time for that. Then he decided to play the guilt card. 'And I promised I wouldn' let that happen! Don' make a liar outta me now.'
Anya frowned at this and looked back to Gibbs who was watching the two closely. She then let out a small sigh. 'Alright Jack. Quick Gibbs, help me carry him.'
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Well that's chapter five! And lotsa people have been reviewing! Which makes me very very happy! As to the question of how many times have i seen the movie, I saw it twice! And loved it! So anyway, keep reviewing, thanks to everyone who picked specific things, it really helps and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I'll try and work on the things I'm doing wrong, and maybe it'll get better! :D So that's about it... happy reading!
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Her cousin Tom had taken Jack in hours ago, and no news yet. It was fortunate that he lived in the cove; one of the few places the Pearl had not earned a bad reputation. Gibbs sat on the chair across from her, his flask tipped up on his lips.
Finally the door creaked open and Tom's sandy haired head peaked around the corner. He stepped out and closed the door quietly. Both Anya and Gibbs stood up, Gibbs looking almost as nauseous as Anya.
'How is he Tom?' Anya asked softly, afraid of what the answer might be. Tom smiled slightly and Anya felt a huge weight being lifted from her shoulders.
'He'll be alright. He's lucky, that's for certain. If you hadn't gotten him to me when you did…..'
'Can we see 'im?' Gibbs cut in, his flask finally emptied. Tom nodded.
'One at a time.' He said side stepping the door. 'He's drowsy. I've put him on some heavy medication, so he may or may not have any recollection of this tomorrow. Don't get him too excited either. Remember, he's on the mend.' All these instructions were unsettling Anya, and she felt several pangs of guilt streak through her. Suddenly her mouth ran dry, and she felt herself become stiff. She wanted to see Jack, really she did. But she was afraid to. More like nervous afraid. She couldn't really explain.
'You go first Gibbs. I'm too scared.' Anya said retreating to her seat and placing her hand on the bible as if for support. Gibbs nodded, smiling toothily as he entered the room and closed the door. Tom wiped his hands on a rag lying near the china basin.
'So. Pirates eh? I always knew you weren't as prim and proper as you let on.' He said smiling a bit. Anya bowed her head, shuffling her feet around so that she was now facing the table dead on.
'Mam and Father are dead Tom.' Silence. 'Sydney too, probably.' She finally worked up the courage to look up into the face of her cousin. He stood, frozen, in front of the water basin, staring at her in disbelief.
'H-how?' he stuttered out. Anya looked back at the bible.
'Pirates.' Silence. Anya's nails dug into the jacket of the little beaten bible.
'And then they kidnapped you?' Tom's voice was stony and cold. Regretful. Anya shook her head and looked up at her cousin.
'No. Different pirates. That man you just saved….. saved my life.' Tom seemed to untense a bit at this small piece of information.
'I should thank him then.' He said, but his voice was still as cold and monotone as before. Anya bowed her head and stood, walking over to her cousin.
'I'm sorry.' She said looking up, her eyes welling up with tears. 'I'm sorry mam died.' Tom's face softened at this and he embraced his little cousin, sorry for making her remember and feel so horrible. Anya broke away, wiping her tears from her eyes. 'I never knew her. Not really.'
'No one really knew her.' Tom concluded, helping to wipe her eyes. Anya let out a small laugh.
'Except Aunt Peggy.' She said sniffling slightly. Tom smiled.
'Yes, mother was the only who really understood your mam.' He said quietly. 'The only one who kept her secrets.' Anya looked up, frowning slightly.
'What secrets?' she asked, hiccoughing. Tom opened his mouth, about to answer, when the door opened and Gibbs stepped around, weeping shamelessly into a dirty gray hanky.
'He's askin fer yah missy.' He coughed out as he made his way past the two cousins. Anya nodded.
'I should go see him.' She said quietly, breaking away from Tom and walking slowly toward the door, pushing it open so that she could squeeze through, and then closing it. Jack was lying in a bed of white linen, surrounded by dozens and dozens of candles. He looked up to see her and grinned, the light reflecting in his gold teeth.
'H'llo love.' He said motioning for her to come sit by him. His eyes were half closed, and his smile was lazy. She moved forward cautiously, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him sadly. 'Now, now, don't be sad. I'm the one that got blown away, member?' he said, jokingly. But Anya didn't even smile.
'I'm sorry.' She said softly. Jack frowned, now grinning impishly.
'Sorry? Pet, cause a you, I haven't popped me clogs yet.' He said looking at her quizzically. Anya shook her head.
'No, just….. sorry for everything.' She said taking his hand in hers. Jack frowned even more and looked down at their joined hands and then back at her sad face. The way her eyes were glassy with tears and her lip pouted made his chest tighten. He felt a funny jolt in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn't from being hit by the debris. Jack didn't like it either. It was a funny squirming feeling, as if he'd eaten worms or something.
'Stop it.' He said grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks together. Her eyes shot up to meet his and he felt his stomach jolt again, and his brows furrowed even more. 'Stop it!' he demanded. Anya grabbed his wrist and wrenched his hand away from her face. Good grip, he thought, as he massaged his now aching wrist.
'Stop what?' she asked, as if he were insane. Which he was. Last time he checked at least. Was sanity something that grew back after a while?
'Nothin.' Jack said raising his hands in the air in defeat. Anya shrugged and placed a hand on her cheek. 'So you saved me. Guess we're square?' he said cocking his head to the side. Anya looked at him, and straightened up.
'I guess so.' She said placing her hands in her lap neatly, the way she used to as a child. Jack thought she looked funny. She looked like a pirate trying to have manners. Which was as likely as seeing a colonial give a pirate a present. 'No.' she said, and his eyes snapped back to her face. 'You saved my life twice. If that soldier hadn't – '
'Forget it.' He said in a low voice, obviously worried about Tom hearing their conversation. Anya shook her head.
'Can't. Can't think of anything else actually.' There was an awkward silence.
'So. You worry about me?' he asked smugly. She squirmed slightly and Jack's smile grew a bit wider. 'Well? You gonna answer and make a sick pirate feel better?' he asked watching her as if she were the only thing in the world. She looked up at him and gave him her own lopsided smile.
'Perhaps a little.' She said, matching his smug grin. Jack pretended to be hurt.
'Only a little? Is that all I mean to you?' he said mockingly. He was rewarded with a laugh. It was the first time he'd ever heard her actually laugh and it made his stomach jolt again. It was light and happy and her eyes smiled revealing that she was truly happy, if not just for a moment. Her laughter subsided and she looked at him mischievously.
'Perhaps I worried a lot.' She said tilting her head and taking his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together. They looked at their hands and Jack grinned.
'Perfect fit, love.' He said, watching her jade green eyes twinkle in the firelight. Suddenly her demeanor changed. She looked down at her lap, averting her eyes from him, suddenly coy. It made Jack smile. Finally she raised her head, and she seemed to be trying to find words, looking at him, her mouth opening and closing mutely. Jack raised an eyebrow. 'What is it?' He asked looking back at her. He squeezed her hand and grinned as she her breath caught in her throat. She knew he was just flirting with her, like she was just another girl. But somehow, Jack made her feel like no other man had ever made her feel. But that was no excuse. Jack Sparrow was not going to get the better of her.
'I just want to thank you.' She said quietly. 'And I – '
'JACK! ANYA!' Gibbs shouted as he burst through the door, pale as a ghost. Jack pulled his hand away and Anya quickly stood up. Gibbs doubled over, panting.
'What is it, man?' Jack said sitting up slowly, trying to ignore the dull pain in his chest.
'Gordon. He's here - and he's lookin - for yah both.' He said between breaths. Anya looked to Jack, her eyes wide with fear at the mention of Gordon's name. Jack meanwhile was frowning, staring at Gibbs in incredulity.
'The Happy Giant is in the Cove?' he repeated. Gibbs nodded vigorously. Jack pushed back the blankets, and carefully swung his feet off the bed, before Anya sat next to him and halted him.
'What are you doing?'
'We have to get to the Pearl. Once we're aboard, she'll put the Giant behind us. The Giant may be big, but Pearl's three times as fast.' He said trying to get up, but Anya put her hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back onto the bed.
'You can't. You're hurt.' She said, trying to stare him down. Jack looked at her as if she were crazier than he was.
'If we don't get out of here now, love, you won't just be hurt, you'll be dead.' He said taking her arm and pulling her a bit close. She seemed to be contemplating it, but Jack knew there was no time for that. Then he decided to play the guilt card. 'And I promised I wouldn' let that happen! Don' make a liar outta me now.'
Anya frowned at this and looked back to Gibbs who was watching the two closely. She then let out a small sigh. 'Alright Jack. Quick Gibbs, help me carry him.'
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Well that's chapter five! And lotsa people have been reviewing! Which makes me very very happy! As to the question of how many times have i seen the movie, I saw it twice! And loved it! So anyway, keep reviewing, thanks to everyone who picked specific things, it really helps and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I'll try and work on the things I'm doing wrong, and maybe it'll get better! :D So that's about it... happy reading!
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