A/N I don't own any of the original characters from POTC, and you know what? I don't own Anne Bonny, either. So there. Now you can't sue me. Ha, ha. I win.
Anne sat back in her cabin and sighed contentedly. She knew that this was how it would end up. Anne, she told herself, You have outdone yourself this time. There are all waiting in the palm of your hand!
But before she could make any plans, she had to see how faithful Jack's crew was. While it was true that Cutlass Liz was a real person and had 30,000 pounds waiting to be claimed, and Anne had rescued a boy named Toby, who told her she looked like an angel- wasn't the first time somebody said that, either- he had only vaguely described the place where the treasure was hidden, and Anne was not confident she could find it.
But maybe, just maybe, she could outwit this Captain Jack Sparrow, and then claim the crew for herself. If he were anywhere near as stupid as she thought, it wouldn't be too hard.
But maybe not. She had heard tales of him, and someone who could pull all of that off is probably not dull witted.
And he was charming… well, a little bit, at least.
But she was captain now anyway… if she could just get rid of him somehow and go on being captain…
And she was a little scared by Anamaria. Jack could keep that girl off her back, but if Jack were gone… well, Anne might be forced to duel for her life.
If Jack went on being stupid and drunk, she might have to duel for her life anyway!
But with that drunken swagger that he always had, and all the enemies that were always after him, maybe she wouldn't need to kill him… maybe he'd get himself killed.
Well, it was getting late, and it had been a rather trying day, so Anne decided to continue her mental dilemma in the morning, and she slid into the bed in her rather large and comfortable cabin. Which smelled strongly of rum. But oh well. At least she didn't have to share with Jack… this was the Captain's Cabin, which he had unwillingly let her have, and he almost wanted to stay in it with her, but with a little bit of blackmail, Jack decided to sleep with the crew.
Black mail was fun, Anne thought, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Jack's POV:
Jack shifted and sighed discontentedly. He was lying on a hammock in the crew's quarters, and it was rather uncomfortable. Was 15,000 pound really worth all this trouble? He could imagine all the hell that woman would put him through… but just barely. Being a Captain, Jack didn't do real work all too often, except in storms, but now he could see how drastically all that was about to change.
Quite a shame, really. Anne was beautiful… red hair hanging around her face; Jack could conjure up an image of her without thinking. He could imagine something like her lying in his bed right now and desperately wished he were there also.
So it's just too bad she's an evil witch who's going to make me feel like crap by the time I get to that treasure…Jack thought to himself, half asleep already. Maybe I should just get rid of her and forget about the treasure, but I can't stand that there's 30,000 pound of treasure sitting out there somewhere and I don't know where. Jack cleared his mind for a little while; trying to go back to sleep, but Anne kept pushing at his thoughts.
Maybe Anamaria was right about Anne…Jack thought for a moment, trying to figure out how often it was that Anamaria was right. I hate that. He decided, finally falling into sleep.