Disclaimer: I do not own, I just like to play with the characters
Drabble theme: Guilt
Word count: 500
Extra warning: Not beta'd. English is not my first language. Sad fic.
A Little too Late
Maybe it was all a dream. It simply had to be! Please?
A growing panic starts to take over every rational thought. There was only one person to blame for all this mess, one person who had decided that a bloody ship was more worth than a long existing friendship.
"You owe me a ship!"
She has no idea what to do now. Was this the time for panic? Or should she act? Not that there was anything left to save… thanks to her.
A golden grin flashed and the eccentric pirate turned, waving almost proudly at the majestic ship in front of him.
"Well, luv. What daja think of her? Isn't she a beauty? Called the Valencia, this fine lady. And she's all yours."
The Valencia was indeed a beautiful and fine lady. Quick enough to stay out of the hands of any pirate hunters and soon she had learned to understand the Valencia, the listen to the fine signs she gave to make a perfect speed. Of course, the Pearl was still the fastest ship in the Caribbean, but the Valencia was still a quick follower.
"The Pearl needs your help, capt'n! It's been told that she and her capt'n are in some serious trouble!"
"Nonsens, Jacob. If ye believe every story they tell ye, than I wonder were ye think the children come from. Jack can look after 'imself."
"But capt'n…"
"Jacob… it's no use to sent Valencia after them since the Pearl is quicker in the first place. And I'm not going to risk me ship, when it's not needed."
What a terrible mistake she had made! The Pearl had been under attack of 8 ships from the Royal Navy, weary of the fact that the Pearl always seems to slip away from under their very own nose. By the time this lovely fact had reached her ear it had been too late. Too late to save the Pearl and her crew. Too late to save the man who saved her many years ago. But she had tried.
She would never forget the image she had seen when she finally reached the place of the 'grand' attack. The Royal Navy had shot the Black Pearl, legendary ship in the Caribbean, to Davy Jones Locker. Her very first home on the sea. The only things that still reminded of the Pearl were the pieces of wood in the sea. That was it. She had picked up one person alive from the waters: Edmund, a young lad who had only served on the Pearl for about half a year. Crying the little boy had told her what had happened.
And Jack? Jack had been taken prisoner after he was badly wounded in the battle. Again too late she had heard he was still alive.
A short stop and a sudden drop were the ending of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, the only man who had ever threatened her rightly without knowing a single thing about her.
Anamaria cried.