The fog continued to grow, making things almost impossible to see. Jack looked out the porthole. Within the last hour he'd woken, with a sinking feeling in his gut, which told him that his luck was running dry. He'd crossed to the aperture, sitting on the edge of his bed, where Anya lay, still completely wasted from their earlier drinking activity. Jack watched the water carefully, knowing full well that Gibbs was probably asleep at the helm. And tonight was not the night to be napping on the job.
HE had been sitting there for nearly an hour, and the sun was due to rise soon. His heavy lidded kohl lined eyes scanned the sea for any sign of the Giant. Then he felt something brush his side. He turned to see Anya, squinting at him slightly and her hand reaching for him. He turned and took it.
'Ya're awake.' Anya looked around, then sat up, very slowly, her other hand holding her head. She let out a small groan and Jack couldn't suppress a chuckle. She glared at him as he tried to control his laughter. Then suddenly she raised her hand and smacked him upside the head. 'What was that for?' he asked rubbing the back of his head.
'You deserve it.' She groaned out. 'I feel like I was hammered in the head and a gerbil slept in my mouth.' Jack raised an eyebrow.
'What's a gerbil?' he asked. Anya threw another hateful look in his direction, as if he were being stupid on purpose. He merely shrugged. 'But I took care a yah, didn't I?' he said before standing and walking across the room to get a wet cloth.
'You did?' Jack stopped and turned around. Anya looked at him disbelievingly. 'The infamous Jack Sparrow played nurse to me?' she chortled, before a dull pain made itself known in the back of her head. Jack walked forward with the cloth, laying her back and placing the cloth on her head.
'It's Captain Jack Sparrow… Yah don't remember?' he asked as he sat down next to her, the bed sagging a bit under his extra weight. Anya shook her head a little. 'Nothin?'
'Well I do remember talking to you yesterday… out on the deck… sort of… But then things are blurry.' She said, placing a hand on her stomach. Jack nodded, but Anya looked at him suspiciously. 'Jack. What did we do after we came down here?' Anya was dreading the answer. Jack shrugged.
'Drank. Talked. Yah tried to use me sword. Then you passed out.' He said matter-of-factly. But Anya's doubtful look did not falter.
'And that's it? That's all?' she asked. Jack hesitated. Should he tell her about the kiss?
'Certainly.' He said standing, 'That's it.' Anya let out a sigh of relief. She didn't want to have done anything embarrassing, especially not around Jack. She smiled up at him as she sat up, a groan forming on her lips.
'Well...' she said softly, looking up at him with a smile, her eyes glazed and oh so beautiful. Jack felt like they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. Of course he'd never actually paid attention to details in the past when women were concerned. But she was... radiant. 'Thank you. That was really sweet... I mean, I'm still mad that you got me drunk...' she said as she punched his arm. 'But that was sweet.' The two gazed at each other a few moments, barely aware that Anya had taken Jack's hand in hers. She squeezed it a bit and felt his hand clasp hers tightly. And suddenly Anya felt this strange feeling, as if there was a cord inside her chest and it was being twisted up just from staring into his deep warm eyes.
'Well!' Jack said suddenly, making Anya flinch. 'Since nothing happened, and nothing happened obviously, I suppose I'd better go, go and give you some privacy, because all of that is still private, from me, so I better go, and go I will. I'm gone.' Anya was just staring at Jack as if he were crazy, as his sentences started running together, his voice changing pitch every other word. It was VERY strange. Anya opened her mouth to inquire what was wrong with him, when there was a sudden crack from outside. Jack whipped around, dreading was might be waiting outside. Dreading? What should HE be dreading?
'Jack?' Anya asked, knowing full well what it was.
'Stay here.' He said, walking forward and throwing the doors open, slamming it closed. Anya nodded and crawled over to the porthole, looking out into the blanket of fog that had set over the sea. But no longer was it empty. Anya's breath caught as a huge ship, nearly twice the size of the Pearl sailed along side of them. It was the Happy Giant.
Jack pulled his rough coat up onto his broad, bare shoulders, and perched his hat on the top of his thick hair. Several of the crew had appeared on deck, some even still wearing their nightclothes. At least ten men from the Giant had come aboard and they were surveying Jack's crew with menacing looks. Then one pirate broke from the ranks and Jack stood tall and raised his hat a bit in a salute.
'Captain Gordon. Good to see ya again.' Jack said as the graying pirate captain stopped a few feet in front of him, smiling.
'Where is she Jack?' he asked, his eyes flitting over the deck. Jack smiled, his golden teeth glittering in the lantern light.
'Ah, wasn't expectin yah so soon Gordon. Hasn't been a month yet.' Jack said, teetering forward so that his face was just inches from Gordon's. Gordon nodded though he looked a bit repulsed by Jack's face coming so close to his own.
'Indeed it has not.' He said reaching into his coat pocket and withdrawing a purse. He took Jack's hand and dropped it on his palm. Jack looked from the purse, to Gordon, frowning slightly. 'Scour the ship, men. Find the girl and bring her to me unscathed.' Jack opened his mouth to argue but Gordon raised his hand. 'Please, take these doubloons and buy yourself another whore.' He said as he began to walk toward Jack's lodgings.
'But I'd much prefer this one.' Jack said, jumping in front of him. 'Can't we strike up a deal?' Gordon exhaled, starting to look irritated.
'You have no idea who you're dealing with Captain Sparrow. Now please, remove yourself from my path, or I will do it myself.' Jack made to say something but Gordon raised his pistol to Jack's temple. Two of Gordon's men had appeared at his side and they both looked as if they were itching for an excuse to kill something.
'Go ahead, Captain. Me casa eh su casa.' Jack said, not knowing what he had just said, but moving out of the way all the same. Gordon withdrew the revolver and continued forward.
'Well, let us see what you have in this, casa, Sparrow.' Gordon said reaching for the door handle. Jack stopped breathing for a moment as the knob twisted and the door creaked open. And then he exhaled. The room was empty. The bed was unmade, the dresser drawers were ajar, and the table and china basin stood where they always had.
Gordon moved forward looking around the room. Jack too looked around, puzzled as to where Anya had gone. A few circles around the room and Gordon came to a stop in front of Jack.
'Well. Let us continue the search.' He said as he passed Jack, brushing his shoulder. The two pirates nodded, following their captain to the door, until they heard it. A small sneeze.
Jack's eyes closed tightly, praying that they hadn't heard it. But one of the men had stopped and Gordon had certainly thought he heard something. They turned. The large, burly tanned one walked toward the bed and knelt down, raising the blankets, and looking under the bed. Then he chuckled in triumph.
'H'llo darlin'.' He said gruffly and Jack saw him reach under the bed and within seconds he was pulling Anya out by her left arm. She struggled, pushing against him, kicking and trying to call for help. He managed to drag her up onto her feet. But just as he had donned a toothless grin, she'd decked him hard across the face with her right fist. He fell hard onto the floor, giving a loud shout of pain. No sooner had Anya turned around, that she felt a strong hand wrap around her neck and lift her up.
'Ah. Miss Morgan. How good of you to join us.' Gordon said smiling at Anya as the menacing pirate held her up. Her feet were hanging just inches off the ground, and her hands were on her attacker's wrists, trying to break away. But he was too strong. Gordon turned and they all followed him, Anya looking wide eyes at Jack.
'Captain!' Jack said jogging up alongside Gordon. 'Ye're mistaken. This is Anya Martin. Not Morgan.' Gordon turned and stared at Jack threateningly.
'I'm never wrong Sparrow. Drop her.' He commanded, looking at the writhing adolescent. She was immediately let go, and she dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground, coughing and sputtering and gasping for air, her hand on her throat. She looked up at Gordon through the corner of her eye, and Jack could tell she'd not been more scared in her entire life.
'Cap'n – '
'Jack, you're far too long winded today. Just stay silent for a little while.' Gordon said not taking his eyes off of Anya who was looking from Jack to Gordon, trying to figure out what was going on. 'Now, little one, what is your name?' Anya didn't make a sound, only gazed up at Gordon in growing defiance. She received a sharp kick in the side.
'What be your name!' the large pirate with a beard spat.
'Maura Anastasia Penelope Martin.' She said unevenly. She was finding it very hard to breath, and her throat felt swollen. Gordon nodded.
'And what was your mother's name?' he asked nonchalantly. She looked at him but she'd learned her lesson not to wait too long before answering.
'Mary Martin.' She answered. Gordon smiled, a horrible fake smile and shook his head.
'No m'dear. What was her maiden name?' he asked patiently. Anya frowned.
'I don't know.' Anya said firmly, looking down at the ground. She wasn't going to show that she was afraid anymore. Gordon nodded.
'Did she have a bastard sister by the name of Margaret?' he asked trying another tactic. Anya looked to Jack, who was staring at her as if to ask what was going on. Gordon watched the transaction carefully before clearing his throat. Anya's eyes snapped back to meet the captain's before she nodded. Gordon smiled.
'Well Jack, it seems you saved a treasure alright.' Jack frowned, his kohl lined eyes dark with confusion.
'Don't think I follow mate.' He said casting Anya a quick glance and then looking back to Gordon. The old pirate chuckled slightly.
'She be the great granddaughter of Captain Morgan, the most villainous thieving pirate in all of seven seas.'
'What?' Anya choked out. 'I told you. My name is Anya Martin!' she said, emphasizing her surname, trying to convince him of it. Gordon merely smirked and bent down, catching her chin in his rough hand. He pulled her face closer, looking at her with one of the most intensely intimidating looks she'd ever thought possible.
'Your mother was a Morgan, child. And so ye be one too. No matter what your filthy father told you.' He said, his eyes locking with hers, so that she could look nowhere else. His eerie blue eyes were like ice, chilling her to the bone as he challenged her to deny his statement. 'You be saying earlier how ye're first name was Maura.' Anya didn't move, but continued to stare at him. 'Maura be just another variation of Mary. Mary Morgan, the mother of pirating.' Anya shook her head, with difficulty since his grip was firm.
'I'm no pirate.' She said defiantly, trying to stare the captain down. But he let out a loud, hardy laugh.
'You know you're a Morgan, child. Yeh have his name. Yeh have his stubbornness.' He took her right hand in his and let out another chuckle. 'Yeh certainly have his right hook.' And then he took her chin again. 'And yeh have the Captain's piercing green eyes.' He said before pushing her back and standing. 'And now. You're mine.'
'I'm not a pirate!' Anya said getting up unsteadily, trying to maintain her bold demeanor, but she could tell that fear was radiating off her in waves. 'And I am not yours!' suddenly the pirate to her left raised his hand and was about to backhand her across the face when suddenly his hand was caught. By Jack.
'Now don't you be hitting any women in my presence.' He said almost solemnly. The pirate blinked, looking at Jack incredulously. After a few seconds, the fact that he was almost twice Jack's size seemed to sink in and Jack withdrew his hand from his wrist turning to Gordon.
'How much for the wench?' he said placing his hands on his hips. Gordon let out a sort of coughing laugh.
'Captain Sparrow, you would buy this woman from me?' he said as one of his graying eyebrows rose. Jack hesitated as if thinking about this, before he gradually started to nod his head. Gordon let out a loud laugh, shaking slightly. Soon the entire crew from the Giant began laughing too.
'She must have bedded you well to have you willing to pay me for her.' Gordon chuckled, his laughter starting to subside. Anya looked to Jack at this statement, frowning slightly. Jack shrugged at her before looking back to Gordon.
'Now wait a moment, I'm certain we can work something out.' Gordon said, a smile still spread across his face. 'Have you ever heard of the Mayan city, Templo Oro?' Suddenly all eyes grew wide and every one became quiet. Jack frowned slightly.
'Of course. There's not a true pirate that hasn't heard of the lost city of gold.' he said, stepping a bit closer.
'Well it seems that I've come into company with the map that leads to Templo Oro, but I've been unlucky enough that you own the key.' Jack did a double take.
'What? I don't have any keys… no keys… I…' Jack turned to look at Anya who was averting her eyes, looking a bit guilty 'oh… OH!' he said pointing at Anya and then looking back to Gordon. 'She… her… Anya…' he stuttered out looking from Anya to Gordon. 'You knew?!' Jack said stepping forward and taking Anya by the arm.
'Well, you know, knowledge is a funny thing…' she said patting his hand lightly. Jack shook his head and turned to face Gordon.
'You know where the lost city is?' he said, not letting go of Anya's arm.
'Farther south, toward Central America, on an island in the east.' Gordon said, smirking cockily. 'And there is enough treasure there to satisfy two captains, I'm sure. That way we can both have the bounty, and you can keep your whore and we can both be happy.'
'Excuse me!' Anya said glaring at Gordon. 'I'm not a pirate. I'm not a whore. And I'm not going to help you get your greedy hands on any treasure.' Gordon shrugged.
'Very well. I suppose I must respect your decision.' He said as he raised his pistol in Anya's direction. 'Of course, perhaps you want to take a moment to reconsider.' He said shaking the pistol menacingly at her. Suddenly Jack stepped in front of Anya and began babbling.
'Well of course she'd reconsider, won't you?' he said turning to face Anya, but before she could answer he turned back around again. 'Of course of course of course she will. Now run along, Anya, go back to bed while the Captain and I discuss the details of your services.'
'Which services are these? My 'bedding' services?' Anya said under her breath before turning around and walking back to Jack's lodgings.
'So we have a deal then?' Gordon said smiling toothily at Jack, holding out his hand to shake. Jack eyed it warily before taking the Captain's hand in his and shaking it firmly. 'Agreed. Then the wench stays on board and you have your way with her.'
'And after you use her as the 'key'...' Jack waved his hands in the air emphasizing the quotation marks. 'then you'll let her live?' Gordon frowned at this as Jack looked him over cautiously.
'You want her for that long?' he said skeptically. 'Why?' he asked, eyeing Jack suspiciously.
'Well...' Jack said trying to think of an answer. 'She really IS a tomcat in the sack...' he said smiling smugly. Gordon laughed.
'I suppose if she's that important to you...' he said as he watched his men board the Giant.
'So you'll let her live?' Jack said as Gordon stepped onto the ramp leading onto his ship.
'No. But I'll consider it if you no longer question my authority like you did when I first arrived. We will meet in two days time in Tortuga. If you are not there, Jack, I will hunt you down, and I do not take kindly to being stood up.' he said with a sharp glare, before he turned and walked the rest of the way on the ramp. Jack nodded as the ramp was retracted onto the ship.
'Two days time...' Jack said under his breath as he dragged a large dirty hand threw his inky black dreads. He walked toward his lodgings, trying to think of what to say. It was already awkward talking to Anya, after last night. He inhaled deeply before he opened the door and stepped inside.
'SPARROW!' was all he heard before something went whizzing past his head. Then a boot went flying and nailed him in the shoulder. He fell backwards and hit the door, sliding down to floor. 'Sparrow, you said I was a WHORE!' Anya screamed as she crossed the room, leaning down over Jack, glaring menacingly at him. Jack squinted up at her.
'You're not going to hit me again are you?' he said raising one hand in front of his face and the other over his... southern pride.
'How could you tell them I was a loose woman?!' Anya said as she knelt down in front of him, frowning slightly. 'How could you?'
'Well it was that, or you got shot... I personally think I did the right thing... ' Suddenly his eyes grew wide. 'I DID THE RIGHT THING!! I! ME! I did the RIGHT thing!!' he started yelling hysterically. Anya grabbed his arm.
'Jack! Jack! Calm down. Calm down. You know what this means right?' she said kindly, smiling at him.
'What?' Jack asked, pouting slightly.
'YOU'RE THE WORST PIRATE EVER!!' She yelled, grinning, as she jumped up and started pointing at him.
'WHAT?!' Jack said, gawking at her.
'You are the worst pirate CAPTAIN ever!' she said dancing around childishly and pointing at him. Jack stood up, glaring at her.
'At least I'm not some ... DRUNKEN WHORE!' Anya gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand and took a step backward toward the bed. Jack smiled nodding. 'Yeah that's right!' he said, doing an imitation of Anya's childish dance. 'And good day!' he said before turning and walking into the closed doors and falling to the floor. Anya couldn't suppress her laughter as Jack laid sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
'Want me to leave?' Anya managed to choke out in between chuckles.
'Uh huh.' Jack said, still staring up at his ceiling, trying to ignore this very embarrassing scenario. Anya nodded as she walked past him and out the door.
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Okay... another chapter is up! Sorry I took sooo long! AND HEY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!(August 26th) YAY! I'M A WHOLE YEAR OLDER!!! HEHE! So anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Especially you Truffles... promise next time you just review... And remember everyone I still want detailed reviews... they make me HAPPY! So questions for this chapter are... What do you think of Anya's secret? And now that ANya is kinda mad at Jack, do you think they'll make a truce anytime soon... and who do you think loves more... do you think Anya loves Jack more, or do ou think Jack loves Anya more? And those are my questions! Hope you all have a great week and remember to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! :)
HE had been sitting there for nearly an hour, and the sun was due to rise soon. His heavy lidded kohl lined eyes scanned the sea for any sign of the Giant. Then he felt something brush his side. He turned to see Anya, squinting at him slightly and her hand reaching for him. He turned and took it.
'Ya're awake.' Anya looked around, then sat up, very slowly, her other hand holding her head. She let out a small groan and Jack couldn't suppress a chuckle. She glared at him as he tried to control his laughter. Then suddenly she raised her hand and smacked him upside the head. 'What was that for?' he asked rubbing the back of his head.
'You deserve it.' She groaned out. 'I feel like I was hammered in the head and a gerbil slept in my mouth.' Jack raised an eyebrow.
'What's a gerbil?' he asked. Anya threw another hateful look in his direction, as if he were being stupid on purpose. He merely shrugged. 'But I took care a yah, didn't I?' he said before standing and walking across the room to get a wet cloth.
'You did?' Jack stopped and turned around. Anya looked at him disbelievingly. 'The infamous Jack Sparrow played nurse to me?' she chortled, before a dull pain made itself known in the back of her head. Jack walked forward with the cloth, laying her back and placing the cloth on her head.
'It's Captain Jack Sparrow… Yah don't remember?' he asked as he sat down next to her, the bed sagging a bit under his extra weight. Anya shook her head a little. 'Nothin?'
'Well I do remember talking to you yesterday… out on the deck… sort of… But then things are blurry.' She said, placing a hand on her stomach. Jack nodded, but Anya looked at him suspiciously. 'Jack. What did we do after we came down here?' Anya was dreading the answer. Jack shrugged.
'Drank. Talked. Yah tried to use me sword. Then you passed out.' He said matter-of-factly. But Anya's doubtful look did not falter.
'And that's it? That's all?' she asked. Jack hesitated. Should he tell her about the kiss?
'Certainly.' He said standing, 'That's it.' Anya let out a sigh of relief. She didn't want to have done anything embarrassing, especially not around Jack. She smiled up at him as she sat up, a groan forming on her lips.
'Well...' she said softly, looking up at him with a smile, her eyes glazed and oh so beautiful. Jack felt like they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. Of course he'd never actually paid attention to details in the past when women were concerned. But she was... radiant. 'Thank you. That was really sweet... I mean, I'm still mad that you got me drunk...' she said as she punched his arm. 'But that was sweet.' The two gazed at each other a few moments, barely aware that Anya had taken Jack's hand in hers. She squeezed it a bit and felt his hand clasp hers tightly. And suddenly Anya felt this strange feeling, as if there was a cord inside her chest and it was being twisted up just from staring into his deep warm eyes.
'Well!' Jack said suddenly, making Anya flinch. 'Since nothing happened, and nothing happened obviously, I suppose I'd better go, go and give you some privacy, because all of that is still private, from me, so I better go, and go I will. I'm gone.' Anya was just staring at Jack as if he were crazy, as his sentences started running together, his voice changing pitch every other word. It was VERY strange. Anya opened her mouth to inquire what was wrong with him, when there was a sudden crack from outside. Jack whipped around, dreading was might be waiting outside. Dreading? What should HE be dreading?
'Jack?' Anya asked, knowing full well what it was.
'Stay here.' He said, walking forward and throwing the doors open, slamming it closed. Anya nodded and crawled over to the porthole, looking out into the blanket of fog that had set over the sea. But no longer was it empty. Anya's breath caught as a huge ship, nearly twice the size of the Pearl sailed along side of them. It was the Happy Giant.
Jack pulled his rough coat up onto his broad, bare shoulders, and perched his hat on the top of his thick hair. Several of the crew had appeared on deck, some even still wearing their nightclothes. At least ten men from the Giant had come aboard and they were surveying Jack's crew with menacing looks. Then one pirate broke from the ranks and Jack stood tall and raised his hat a bit in a salute.
'Captain Gordon. Good to see ya again.' Jack said as the graying pirate captain stopped a few feet in front of him, smiling.
'Where is she Jack?' he asked, his eyes flitting over the deck. Jack smiled, his golden teeth glittering in the lantern light.
'Ah, wasn't expectin yah so soon Gordon. Hasn't been a month yet.' Jack said, teetering forward so that his face was just inches from Gordon's. Gordon nodded though he looked a bit repulsed by Jack's face coming so close to his own.
'Indeed it has not.' He said reaching into his coat pocket and withdrawing a purse. He took Jack's hand and dropped it on his palm. Jack looked from the purse, to Gordon, frowning slightly. 'Scour the ship, men. Find the girl and bring her to me unscathed.' Jack opened his mouth to argue but Gordon raised his hand. 'Please, take these doubloons and buy yourself another whore.' He said as he began to walk toward Jack's lodgings.
'But I'd much prefer this one.' Jack said, jumping in front of him. 'Can't we strike up a deal?' Gordon exhaled, starting to look irritated.
'You have no idea who you're dealing with Captain Sparrow. Now please, remove yourself from my path, or I will do it myself.' Jack made to say something but Gordon raised his pistol to Jack's temple. Two of Gordon's men had appeared at his side and they both looked as if they were itching for an excuse to kill something.
'Go ahead, Captain. Me casa eh su casa.' Jack said, not knowing what he had just said, but moving out of the way all the same. Gordon withdrew the revolver and continued forward.
'Well, let us see what you have in this, casa, Sparrow.' Gordon said reaching for the door handle. Jack stopped breathing for a moment as the knob twisted and the door creaked open. And then he exhaled. The room was empty. The bed was unmade, the dresser drawers were ajar, and the table and china basin stood where they always had.
Gordon moved forward looking around the room. Jack too looked around, puzzled as to where Anya had gone. A few circles around the room and Gordon came to a stop in front of Jack.
'Well. Let us continue the search.' He said as he passed Jack, brushing his shoulder. The two pirates nodded, following their captain to the door, until they heard it. A small sneeze.
Jack's eyes closed tightly, praying that they hadn't heard it. But one of the men had stopped and Gordon had certainly thought he heard something. They turned. The large, burly tanned one walked toward the bed and knelt down, raising the blankets, and looking under the bed. Then he chuckled in triumph.
'H'llo darlin'.' He said gruffly and Jack saw him reach under the bed and within seconds he was pulling Anya out by her left arm. She struggled, pushing against him, kicking and trying to call for help. He managed to drag her up onto her feet. But just as he had donned a toothless grin, she'd decked him hard across the face with her right fist. He fell hard onto the floor, giving a loud shout of pain. No sooner had Anya turned around, that she felt a strong hand wrap around her neck and lift her up.
'Ah. Miss Morgan. How good of you to join us.' Gordon said smiling at Anya as the menacing pirate held her up. Her feet were hanging just inches off the ground, and her hands were on her attacker's wrists, trying to break away. But he was too strong. Gordon turned and they all followed him, Anya looking wide eyes at Jack.
'Captain!' Jack said jogging up alongside Gordon. 'Ye're mistaken. This is Anya Martin. Not Morgan.' Gordon turned and stared at Jack threateningly.
'I'm never wrong Sparrow. Drop her.' He commanded, looking at the writhing adolescent. She was immediately let go, and she dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground, coughing and sputtering and gasping for air, her hand on her throat. She looked up at Gordon through the corner of her eye, and Jack could tell she'd not been more scared in her entire life.
'Cap'n – '
'Jack, you're far too long winded today. Just stay silent for a little while.' Gordon said not taking his eyes off of Anya who was looking from Jack to Gordon, trying to figure out what was going on. 'Now, little one, what is your name?' Anya didn't make a sound, only gazed up at Gordon in growing defiance. She received a sharp kick in the side.
'What be your name!' the large pirate with a beard spat.
'Maura Anastasia Penelope Martin.' She said unevenly. She was finding it very hard to breath, and her throat felt swollen. Gordon nodded.
'And what was your mother's name?' he asked nonchalantly. She looked at him but she'd learned her lesson not to wait too long before answering.
'Mary Martin.' She answered. Gordon smiled, a horrible fake smile and shook his head.
'No m'dear. What was her maiden name?' he asked patiently. Anya frowned.
'I don't know.' Anya said firmly, looking down at the ground. She wasn't going to show that she was afraid anymore. Gordon nodded.
'Did she have a bastard sister by the name of Margaret?' he asked trying another tactic. Anya looked to Jack, who was staring at her as if to ask what was going on. Gordon watched the transaction carefully before clearing his throat. Anya's eyes snapped back to meet the captain's before she nodded. Gordon smiled.
'Well Jack, it seems you saved a treasure alright.' Jack frowned, his kohl lined eyes dark with confusion.
'Don't think I follow mate.' He said casting Anya a quick glance and then looking back to Gordon. The old pirate chuckled slightly.
'She be the great granddaughter of Captain Morgan, the most villainous thieving pirate in all of seven seas.'
'What?' Anya choked out. 'I told you. My name is Anya Martin!' she said, emphasizing her surname, trying to convince him of it. Gordon merely smirked and bent down, catching her chin in his rough hand. He pulled her face closer, looking at her with one of the most intensely intimidating looks she'd ever thought possible.
'Your mother was a Morgan, child. And so ye be one too. No matter what your filthy father told you.' He said, his eyes locking with hers, so that she could look nowhere else. His eerie blue eyes were like ice, chilling her to the bone as he challenged her to deny his statement. 'You be saying earlier how ye're first name was Maura.' Anya didn't move, but continued to stare at him. 'Maura be just another variation of Mary. Mary Morgan, the mother of pirating.' Anya shook her head, with difficulty since his grip was firm.
'I'm no pirate.' She said defiantly, trying to stare the captain down. But he let out a loud, hardy laugh.
'You know you're a Morgan, child. Yeh have his name. Yeh have his stubbornness.' He took her right hand in his and let out another chuckle. 'Yeh certainly have his right hook.' And then he took her chin again. 'And yeh have the Captain's piercing green eyes.' He said before pushing her back and standing. 'And now. You're mine.'
'I'm not a pirate!' Anya said getting up unsteadily, trying to maintain her bold demeanor, but she could tell that fear was radiating off her in waves. 'And I am not yours!' suddenly the pirate to her left raised his hand and was about to backhand her across the face when suddenly his hand was caught. By Jack.
'Now don't you be hitting any women in my presence.' He said almost solemnly. The pirate blinked, looking at Jack incredulously. After a few seconds, the fact that he was almost twice Jack's size seemed to sink in and Jack withdrew his hand from his wrist turning to Gordon.
'How much for the wench?' he said placing his hands on his hips. Gordon let out a sort of coughing laugh.
'Captain Sparrow, you would buy this woman from me?' he said as one of his graying eyebrows rose. Jack hesitated as if thinking about this, before he gradually started to nod his head. Gordon let out a loud laugh, shaking slightly. Soon the entire crew from the Giant began laughing too.
'She must have bedded you well to have you willing to pay me for her.' Gordon chuckled, his laughter starting to subside. Anya looked to Jack at this statement, frowning slightly. Jack shrugged at her before looking back to Gordon.
'Now wait a moment, I'm certain we can work something out.' Gordon said, a smile still spread across his face. 'Have you ever heard of the Mayan city, Templo Oro?' Suddenly all eyes grew wide and every one became quiet. Jack frowned slightly.
'Of course. There's not a true pirate that hasn't heard of the lost city of gold.' he said, stepping a bit closer.
'Well it seems that I've come into company with the map that leads to Templo Oro, but I've been unlucky enough that you own the key.' Jack did a double take.
'What? I don't have any keys… no keys… I…' Jack turned to look at Anya who was averting her eyes, looking a bit guilty 'oh… OH!' he said pointing at Anya and then looking back to Gordon. 'She… her… Anya…' he stuttered out looking from Anya to Gordon. 'You knew?!' Jack said stepping forward and taking Anya by the arm.
'Well, you know, knowledge is a funny thing…' she said patting his hand lightly. Jack shook his head and turned to face Gordon.
'You know where the lost city is?' he said, not letting go of Anya's arm.
'Farther south, toward Central America, on an island in the east.' Gordon said, smirking cockily. 'And there is enough treasure there to satisfy two captains, I'm sure. That way we can both have the bounty, and you can keep your whore and we can both be happy.'
'Excuse me!' Anya said glaring at Gordon. 'I'm not a pirate. I'm not a whore. And I'm not going to help you get your greedy hands on any treasure.' Gordon shrugged.
'Very well. I suppose I must respect your decision.' He said as he raised his pistol in Anya's direction. 'Of course, perhaps you want to take a moment to reconsider.' He said shaking the pistol menacingly at her. Suddenly Jack stepped in front of Anya and began babbling.
'Well of course she'd reconsider, won't you?' he said turning to face Anya, but before she could answer he turned back around again. 'Of course of course of course she will. Now run along, Anya, go back to bed while the Captain and I discuss the details of your services.'
'Which services are these? My 'bedding' services?' Anya said under her breath before turning around and walking back to Jack's lodgings.
'So we have a deal then?' Gordon said smiling toothily at Jack, holding out his hand to shake. Jack eyed it warily before taking the Captain's hand in his and shaking it firmly. 'Agreed. Then the wench stays on board and you have your way with her.'
'And after you use her as the 'key'...' Jack waved his hands in the air emphasizing the quotation marks. 'then you'll let her live?' Gordon frowned at this as Jack looked him over cautiously.
'You want her for that long?' he said skeptically. 'Why?' he asked, eyeing Jack suspiciously.
'Well...' Jack said trying to think of an answer. 'She really IS a tomcat in the sack...' he said smiling smugly. Gordon laughed.
'I suppose if she's that important to you...' he said as he watched his men board the Giant.
'So you'll let her live?' Jack said as Gordon stepped onto the ramp leading onto his ship.
'No. But I'll consider it if you no longer question my authority like you did when I first arrived. We will meet in two days time in Tortuga. If you are not there, Jack, I will hunt you down, and I do not take kindly to being stood up.' he said with a sharp glare, before he turned and walked the rest of the way on the ramp. Jack nodded as the ramp was retracted onto the ship.
'Two days time...' Jack said under his breath as he dragged a large dirty hand threw his inky black dreads. He walked toward his lodgings, trying to think of what to say. It was already awkward talking to Anya, after last night. He inhaled deeply before he opened the door and stepped inside.
'SPARROW!' was all he heard before something went whizzing past his head. Then a boot went flying and nailed him in the shoulder. He fell backwards and hit the door, sliding down to floor. 'Sparrow, you said I was a WHORE!' Anya screamed as she crossed the room, leaning down over Jack, glaring menacingly at him. Jack squinted up at her.
'You're not going to hit me again are you?' he said raising one hand in front of his face and the other over his... southern pride.
'How could you tell them I was a loose woman?!' Anya said as she knelt down in front of him, frowning slightly. 'How could you?'
'Well it was that, or you got shot... I personally think I did the right thing... ' Suddenly his eyes grew wide. 'I DID THE RIGHT THING!! I! ME! I did the RIGHT thing!!' he started yelling hysterically. Anya grabbed his arm.
'Jack! Jack! Calm down. Calm down. You know what this means right?' she said kindly, smiling at him.
'What?' Jack asked, pouting slightly.
'YOU'RE THE WORST PIRATE EVER!!' She yelled, grinning, as she jumped up and started pointing at him.
'WHAT?!' Jack said, gawking at her.
'You are the worst pirate CAPTAIN ever!' she said dancing around childishly and pointing at him. Jack stood up, glaring at her.
'At least I'm not some ... DRUNKEN WHORE!' Anya gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand and took a step backward toward the bed. Jack smiled nodding. 'Yeah that's right!' he said, doing an imitation of Anya's childish dance. 'And good day!' he said before turning and walking into the closed doors and falling to the floor. Anya couldn't suppress her laughter as Jack laid sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
'Want me to leave?' Anya managed to choke out in between chuckles.
'Uh huh.' Jack said, still staring up at his ceiling, trying to ignore this very embarrassing scenario. Anya nodded as she walked past him and out the door.
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Okay... another chapter is up! Sorry I took sooo long! AND HEY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!(August 26th) YAY! I'M A WHOLE YEAR OLDER!!! HEHE! So anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Especially you Truffles... promise next time you just review... And remember everyone I still want detailed reviews... they make me HAPPY! So questions for this chapter are... What do you think of Anya's secret? And now that ANya is kinda mad at Jack, do you think they'll make a truce anytime soon... and who do you think loves more... do you think Anya loves Jack more, or do ou think Jack loves Anya more? And those are my questions! Hope you all have a great week and remember to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! :)