A/N I do not own anything. See… that was my disclaimer, r u happy now? Better be…
I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated in awhile… feeling preoccupied…
Anyhow… thanks 4 the reviews, ppl, and if you haven't read my other stories, (Jack stories) then I suggest you do, b cuz I've been told that they are funny : D so yeah, enjoy. Here's your update… and to my reviewers… I hope that you are grateful that I update every day for u… for the past like, week, I've had no school, but like; school starts again tomorrow, and it might be awhile. But I don't know where this chapter is going yet, so I might just keep writing anyways… don't want to burst anyone's bubble. Yeah, keep those bubbles nice and big for me… extra bubble gum to anyone who reviews.
Let's see… when we left off, Anne and Jack were going to his cabin to talk… he he, I'm so evil…
POTC came out! I was sooooo excited, but it turns out I can't get it till Christmas! So now I'm getting all these reviews about deleted scenes and I haven't seen them… *sob*
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Anne watched as Jack got out a bandage and some rum from a cabinet in his room, and then they both sat on the bed.
The first thing she noticed was that the bed was cleaner… it just… it smelled nicer, it was fresher and… well, it was hard to describe. But… there was something missing… it just… didn't smell like Jack.
She wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.
"Jack, you know that I'm going to leave." She said uncomfortably as Jack handed her a clean shirt and a pin to pin it up away from the wound. She turned around so he wouldn't see, and pulled the shirt over her head, very conscious of him staring at her back. When she pinned it up and turned around, he seemed to be pretending like he hadn't been watching her.
Not like there was anything she could say or do… it would be uncomfortable to say anything.
Finally, Jack answered her.
"I know you're going to leave."
"Do you want me to?"
He was silent. He took the cloth and soaked it in water, and then began to lightly clean her gunshot. Her skin tingled just slightly from his warm fingers drawing across it. She tried to relax.
Some people think that pirates don't feel and think like normal people. They forget that we're exactly the same. Anne thought to herself. Somehow, with Jack, you never forget how human he is…
She tensed visually when she saw him reach for the rum. He smiled weakly at her.
"I know, you're going to leave, Anne, but I want you to leave on your ship."
Anne wondered what he was talking about… her ship? She didn't have a ship, not anymore.
"The Revenge." He reminded her, seeing her expression.
She sighed.
"You don't have to do that, Jack."
The hand that was reaching for the rum stopped in midair and returned to his lap.
"Of course I do, love. I know what it feels like to be without your own ship, your own freedom and destiny to control the way you want it. And I can see in your eyes that that's what you want. Besides, you were right, about what you said before. You helped me find what I needed again, and now I owe you. Yeah, I owe you, Anne."
"Jack, you saved my life back on that merchant ship… if you hadn't been there, I might have even killed myself because of what I was doing to Marissa… I only wanted her to have a chance, Jack! But I almost ruined everything."
"What are you talking about, Anne? Giving her a chance? Everyone thought that you were just doing it to give Tawny a heart attack."
"What? I would never, ever do that! I just wanted Mari to have a chance to live her dreams."
"What, being taken away from the people who she belonged with?"
"It she spent any longer there, she would never leave!"
"It was her choice to make! What if she decided she didn't want to leave if it meant leaving her family? I expected you would know better than to just take her away."
"Yeah, you and the rest of the world."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Everyone depends on me to always know exactly what to do, all the time! Dammit Jack, if it weren't for me, your crew might've mutinied."
"I know that! So what's your point?"
"Don't you understand how hard it is? If everyone always depends on you… then what happens when one day, you mess up? What happens then, Jack?"
He just stared at her, unaware of what to say.
"So what do you want me to do about it? Be all sympathetic? Get over it, Anne. Sometimes people expect things of you. Everybody has some things that they're expected to do."
Anne pouted slightly, and Jack picked up the rum, unscrewing the cap quickly. He soaked the cloth in rum, and Anne watched warily. She knew what was coming and didn't like it, but there really wasn't anything she could do.
But obviously their little chat had put Jack in a sour mood. He was not careful at all with spilling the rum onto her skin.
She shrieked, jumping up and hissing in pain.
"Oh, dammit Jack! Shit, oh, damn you, stupid jerk! Ouch… oh, oh, oh…"
She took a clean cloth out of the cabinet and soaked it in water, pressing it over the place where the rum was spilled, and then she turned on Jack.
"Oh, you are sooo lucky I didn't just kill you when you did that."
"Would you really have?" Jack asked, sounding amused.
"Yes! I wouldn't have in normal circumstances, but dammit, Jack, you surprised me! It would have been one of those instinctive… jump up and kill whatever is causing me pain sort of things… you are too damn lucky, Jack, too damn lucky… one of these days, your luck is going to run out. Shit, Jack, it stings!"
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, breathing in between her teeth, and then she grinned at Jack and opened her eyes.
"Is the bullet still under my skin?" She asked him.
"No."
"Good." She sighed and tied a bandage around her waist, covering the wound which was still bleeding a little bit. But at least the cloth wasn't soaked with crimson within seconds of being placed down.
Then she turned back to Jack and pulled the rum bottle out of her hands, unscrewing the cap. She walked over to a different cabinet and rifled around inside it for a second, pulling out a dagger. Jack watched without concern.
She walked back over to him slowly, taking a sip out of the bottle of rum. When she was close enough, she slashed at his arms with the dagger in one quick movement, and in the next second, poured some rum onto the bleeding cut.
It wasn't very deep at all, but Jack was soon hissing with pain also. He had no way of knowing that was what she was about to do.
She dropped the bottle onto the ground, where it broke into many pieces, and walked quickly out of the room before Jack could react to anything.
She slept in Anamaria's cabin that night.