Author's note: Okay...I understand that many of you hate the story, and complain that its too unlike Commodore Norrington. Yes, I know it is so out of his character, but what would you do if the person you loved went off with a rogue or someone not as respected as you? In the movie, he would probably just kinda keep out of their way, but this is fanfiction. Not everything has to be right. It's how I decided to write my story. If I go back and make Commodore a more civil character, it completely ruins how I was going to end the whole story...
CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW! ! *squeal of delight*
"Jack, you survived!" an exuberant Gibbs said, as I climbed onto the boat. "Once we get back to the island we'll have a party."
"How did the rest of the crew make out?" I asked.
Gibbs looked down for a moment, to consider what I asked. "Many of them died. The undead outnumbered us, I'm afraid."
Panic ran through me at that moment. "Annamarie, is she okay?"
Again, Gibbs looked down, and I saw in his face that whatever he was going to say next was going to take major guts. "She's alive, but probably won't be for much longer."
I immediately ran below the deck, into the living quarters, and found Annamarie lying in a bed with bloodstained sheets. Her eyes were shut, and one of the other crew members was constantly changing her bandages and examining the wounds.
"Jack, you son of a bitch!" Annamarie whispered, and slapped me. Or at least tried to.
"What did I do this time, love?"
"You left me. We all thought you died."
"What happened to you? I thought you were still alive after the Black Pearl attack."
"Yeah, I was then. When the damn British people took you, I thought I would never see you again. I felt so horrible, never being able to tell you how I really felt, so I stabbed myself in my back and in my stomach. I was so angry with myself for letting you go," Annamarie said, with tears streaming down her face.
"So then how do you feel about me?" I asked. I could kind of already tell, but she was hiding something, it seemed.
"Dammit Jack! ! ! I thought I got my point across! I missed you! Heck, I loved you. I joined your crew to help you. I would have fought beside you to the death."
"Oh. SO YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU WERE PISSED FOR LETTING ME GO? ? ! !"
"Yes," Annamarie breathed.
I held her closer, and tore off a strip of fabric from my shirt. I wrapped it around her wounds, and hugged her, hoping she would live.
"CAPTAIN! There is a ship from Port Royal headed our way. What should we do?" One of the crew people shouted down to me.
"What should I do?" I frantically asked Annamarie.
"They nearly took your life, thus I tried to take mine. Kill them!" Annamarie said, with her usual spirit returning to her. "Can you bring me up? I want to watch them die!"
I grabbed all sorts of various weapons, expecting them to come, and picked up Annamarie, holding her over my shoulder, and walked up to deck.
"Captain, they're not firing at us! Should we still fire?"
"Yes," Annamarie breathed.
"Jeez, why do you people always call me Captain?" I asked.
Today the usual captain stuff was seriously pissing me off. I know I'm a captain. They don't have to tell me that every time they think they have something slightly important to say. Oh, I wish Will was here.
"JACK!" I heard a faint cry coming from the other boat.
"Get closer to them," I commanded.
"Why? It just shortens their firing distance," one person said.
"I think its Will," I said, and started steering the boat in that distance.
I got our boat practically next to his, and to my surprise, he held onto a rope and swung himself over onto my boat.
"What are you going to do with this boat?" I asked Will.
"They *shouldn't* miss it. Too much. . . ." Will answered, a devilish glint in his eye.
"Ah, that's the true spirit of a pirate," I congratulated Will, and patted him on the back. He kind of flinched at my touch.
