Jack had met Ana through the rumrunners. Her father was one of the few people who willingly let rumrunners use his island as a cashe, or to let them come ashore to rest, trade and buy new items.

Jack had been un loading the boat and when he looked up, he saw Ana, along side her father, talking to the Captain of the rumrunner ship. The first thought that came to mind when he laid eyes on her was an angel.

The rumrunners had stayed for a week and Jack had gotten to know Ana better. They had kept in touch somewhat as he traveled with the rumrunners. Their friendship, although new, was strong.

Ana soon lost touch with Jack when the rumrunners released him of his dept to be re-paid. Jack then went from town to town, tavern to tavern, taking jobs on ships and trying to find out information about the Pearl and Barbossa.

Ana would find him nearly five years later, in a tavern in Tortuga. They talked, and the next morning, she found her small boat gone, Jack having stolen it in the night. It would five more years till they reunited once again, this time, she joining his crew and he naming her first mate to the Navel ship the Interceptor.

"Ye know," I said bringing both my self and Ana out of remembering our meeting. "When I first saw ya, I thought of an angel."

Ana smiled and looked at me. "I'm anything but that aye?" She asked. I scooted closer to her.

"Maybe, it depends on your mood." She chuckled. "I still think you're an angel." I said glancing at her.

She snorted now. "That's the rum talking to ya."

"Why do you always disagree with me?" I asked her. "You don't always have to be so tough ya know." I said and I looked out at the water.

"Yes I do." She whispered.

"No, you don't." I said again, my voice getting hard. I could see her in the moonlight, clenching her jaw in anger. She's getting pissed. I thought, but it registered too late. "Ana," I reached towards her for the second time tonight and was greeted by a slap of her hand, pushing mine away.

"Yes, Jack, I have to be tough. You know why?" She asked and I shook my head. "Cause, if I don't, I get used, walked on, not listened to. I'm a women, on a pirate ship." She spat out, almost like it was poison.

"But they listen to me." I said.

She laughed. "Cause you're Captain Jack! I'm just the first mate, who was given the position because you owed me a ship!"

"Now that's not true Ana!" I protested. "You know that." She looked out at the ocean as I spoke to her. "I chose you as my first mate cause you're my friend, I trust you, and you're a damn well good sailor."

"But why me Jack? Why not Gibbs?" She asked.

I sighed. "Luv, I know I may be daft sometimes, but there's one thing I know. It takes two people to sail a ship and half the time, one needs to be sober. Gibbs is far from ever sober." I stopped to look at her again. "Plus, I can handle my liquor, Gibbs, can't."

"So you made me first mate cause I don't drink, is that is?" She asked appalled.

"Yes, I mean, no. I, AGH!" I groaned and clutched my head. Note to self, I thought. Never argue with her when I'm drunk. I felt the sand shift as she stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked as if it was the most obvious question in the world.

"Away from here." She snapped.

"Why?"

"Because, I'm pissed off Jack!" She said stalking away down the beach.

"Good God woman! What did I do?" I yelled as I too stood, trying to follow her.

She turned around sharply, almost causing me to run into her. "If you don't already know, it just shows how daft ye are. Now, leave me alone. Captain!" She snapped and began walking down the beach again.

"But, what did I do?" I yelled, then fell to the ground clutching my head and groaning. "Bloody hell."

AN: Hope their history in the past made sense. I should be posting a story soon, that is just about their past, up till present day. And it's where I got this idea from, so if you read it, this entry should make more sense. Also, to anyone who I may not have responded to their reviews, I'm going by most recent chapter. Like the ones below, are the people who reviewed for chapter 4. When I finish this story though, I'll go through and comment to everyone.

Reviewer Notes:

Jackfan2: Thanks, I've always liked thinking of Jack sitting on a beach getting drunk, lol. Best Intentions was wonderful! But when are you going to update Shelter in the storm? *puppy dog face* lol.

J.L Dexter: Yes, she has morals. That girl has got to stay tough being on a pirate ship and all. My e-mail is now on my bio, so if you want to send me those links, go right ahead!

SparrowGrl: Thanks, if they seem familiar, they just might be the same ideas. I tend to get inspiration from other peoples stories. But I'm not intentionally copying or anything.

Labrat47: Thanks for the talking advice. I'm working on it.

Captain Sparrow: Glad to see you like it.

Captain Lane-I: Work like J.L. Dexter? I don't know if that's an accusation or a compliment, considering I admire and love her work a lot.

Kacijo12: Thanks! If I get them out of character, just tell me.