Most Likely The Second Chapter. Probably.
A/N: Yeah, I still haven't worked out the chapters yet. Anyway, be mildly excited. You get to find out what happened next. Oh yeah, this chapter is dedicated to opi666. Here it is love, find out what happens next...
Disclaimer: Nope, can't find the rights to it anywhere. I must have put them somewhere safe...
Jack's PoV
THE ROOM stunk of salt, fish and blood. He rushed to the little heap in the middle of the floor. "Annie." Jack grabbed one of her hands, ignoring the door swinging shut. Her hands were chapped and scored by scratches from the fish scales. There was a huge gash in her shirt. Blood oozed out lazily. He tried to staunch it, getting soaked in blood. "What bastard did this to you? I don't need a weapon. I'm gonna tear him limb from limb," "Really. Well, Captain. That won't be necessary. You'll be joining her very soon." Jack turned. "You!" he gasped
Anamaria's PoV
"Annie! Annie!" she squinted through the grey fog. "Who's there? Is that you Jack?" she stumbled through the mist blindly. The voice was fading. "Don't leave me Jack!" the fog was constricting. It closed in. "Jack!" she screamed, as her vision went black.
Jack's PoV
"Yes, me," said Joe. "And you won't be killing this bastard," "Give me one good reason why not," Jack left Anamaria and walked towards Joe menacingly. "Because I aint a bastard. I'm a bitch,"
Anamaria's PoV
Her vision cleared. She was standing in bright sunlight. Her mother was in front of her, and she was seven years old again. "Come here darling," her mother held her arms out and she ran to her, and was swung off her feet. She giggled and as they walked back to the house, played with a lock of her mother's hair. Inside her mother untied Anamaria's plait and began to pour water into a tub. The water steamed and Anamaria was lifted in it. "Goodness, you must have half the beach under those nails." He mother smiled gently. Outside, a storm began its thunder roll. Her dad came running in, letting in wind. "Tobias!" he called Mama's slave boy. "Help me with the fish! I need it under shelter!" the black boy ran out after him. Her mother smiled softly and hummed an old song, 'Danny Boy' as she bustled round the room. The smell of cooking came from the kitchen as Mary cooked the dinner. She was humming a different song, about love and sadness. The lightning flashed, but Anamaria wasn't scared. Mama was here, everything was all right. She was safe. Her mother took her out the bath, wrapping her in a towel, and stood with her at the window. She turned to watch the lightning whilst she dried her. When she turned back her dreamy smile was dangerous. She rubbed harder and her face became maniacal even. "Mama! You're hurting me!" Anamaria cried out. "Got to get you clean though darling!" her mother moved with hysterical speed. Anamaria wailed in terror as Mama tipped her back in the bath and held her under until she thought she would die and then brought her back up. She wasn't humming any more. She was muttering "Got to get it off got to get it off," over and over. She screamed for her dad when she saw the blood. Her mother slapped her to shush her and then held a suffocating hand over her mouth. Grey mist floated over her eyes and her ears clanged...
Jack's PoV
Jack heard Anamaria move slightly. He never stopped facing Joe though. The woman was dangerous. She had a knife as well. Jack had a sword, but it was in the wrong position. He couldn't take it out without her noticing, and was he willing to bet she could throw that nasty looking stiletto without hitting him? He sighed and sat down. "You could at least tell me why," he settled himself comfortably. "I like a good story." Joe sneered "What, trying to prolong your life? It won't work. You'll still be dead at the end." "Yeah, but it's not a bad way to go, being told a story by beautiful young women," Jack tried to look innocent even as he thought "Even if they are crazy bitches who are going to kill me" Joe sat down "Well..."
Anamaria's PoV
The grey mist lifted on a familiar nightmare setting. It was the worst one. The sea was in Anamaria's blood. Being able to look at the sea, even touch it, but not being able to sail it was her idea of hell. She looked round. She was on an island, in the middle of nowhere. She watched a ship sail by. She sat by the sea front. Jack would come for her. Surely he would. She scanned the horizon keenly. There! That speck on the water! A spyglass was on the sand next to her. She picked out the words Black Pearl, and saw Jack at the helm. He looked right through her. She ran along the sea front shouting and waving her arms. He ignored her "Jack! Jack! Come back! It's me!" she slowed down and eased the stitch in her side as the ship sailed out of hearing and sight. "Don't leave me Jack. Please..."
Jack's PoV
"Well, that's fascinating." He nodded as Joe finished. "You tell a good story. However, that doesn't let you get away with it," he took out his pistol and shot her cleanly through the head. As she crumpled he said, "I don't like blackmailers,"
An hour later
Jack sat by Anamaria. He held her hand when the doctor cauterised the wounds, one across the abdomen, and another in the shoulder, and winced as he stitched them up and then moved her to his cabin in the Pearl. She never stirred. The doctor had told him not to be hopeful. People rarely lost that much blood and lived.
Anamaria's PoV
The grey fog was back. She could hear her mama "Honey! Honey!" she ran towards the voice as it faded, to hear her dad "Hey gel! Hey!" that voice too faded. She grasped out in front of her blindly. Now she could hear another voice. They were familiar. She strained her ears. It was Jack. He was talking to someone. Se couldn't make it out, but she recognised the voice. It was the man whom she had come to every night. She shuddered.
Jack's PoV
Anamaria stirred and Jack dribbled water between her
"So... Zane. What are you up to?" Jack was standing by his desk. He laid the gun on the table. "Well, I had to holystone the deck today..." the man's forehead wrinkled "and I'm on watch later. Why?" "That's not what I meant, Zane. I don't like liars. Or blackmailers. I tend to deal with it..." Jack paused and picked up the gun, running his hands over it. "Differently. You know?" Zane stared at the gun. The man was caressing it like an animal, or a lover. He swallowed and said "I'm sure I don't know what you're on about Cap'n. Maybe you've mistook me for someone else?" Jack sighed, and then began to whet his knife. "Fine. I'm sorry I kept you. Go back to your duties." Gibbs was standing by the door "Go careful now Cap'n. We don't need another Bermuda." "No, we don't do we..." Jack ran his finger down the knife. Then, as Zane turned to leave, Jack flung the knife. It landed, vibrating, by Gibb's ear.
Midnight
Zane looked out to sea. He didn't see it. A cold sweat coursed down his body. He shivered as the wind moaned through the rigging. It was the last thing he ever heard. The last thing he ever saw was the sea, rushing up to meet him...
Jack's PoV
Jack was disturbed from his vigil by Anamaria's side by Gibbs. "It's Zane sir! He threw himself over board!" Jack went to the crowd of people. Zane's corpse lay, dripping on the deck. He turned to the crew. "This man was in league with Joe. He chose this death. He chose it. I will not tolerate blackmail within the crew. This bastard is responsible for Anamaria's current state. He is responsible!" Jack was frightening in his fury. He picked up the body and threw it over board, spitting into the waves after it. "He doesn't deserve a proper burial," he spat and stalked into his cabin. The crew were left, silent and stunned.
A week later
Jack was exhausted. The black rings round his eyes had nothing to do with his customary kohl. He leant forward and wet Anamaria's lips with water. She was a slither of the girl in the miniature. Her chest barely moved. Jack checked her flutter of breath. It wasn't there! He cried out a little and panicked. "Oh god! Annie!"
Anamaria's PoV
She was hanging in the grey fog again. Not standing. She couldn't feel ground under her feet. But now there was, and black was eating up the grey. There was a bright light in front. She ran towards it. She couldn't run fast enough. The black was catching up. She reached out a desperate hand and grabbed at the air in front.
Jack's PoV
"Oh god oh god. Annie, wake up. Please!" he touched her still warm hand "Please Annie..."
A/N: Is it light at the end of the tunnel time for Anamaria? Will the light be an oncoming train? Will it be a magical land where the Navy don't exist? Tune in next time to find out... (Heh heh. Cliffies! Aint I mean?)
A/N: Yeah, I still haven't worked out the chapters yet. Anyway, be mildly excited. You get to find out what happened next. Oh yeah, this chapter is dedicated to opi666. Here it is love, find out what happens next...
Disclaimer: Nope, can't find the rights to it anywhere. I must have put them somewhere safe...
Jack's PoV
THE ROOM stunk of salt, fish and blood. He rushed to the little heap in the middle of the floor. "Annie." Jack grabbed one of her hands, ignoring the door swinging shut. Her hands were chapped and scored by scratches from the fish scales. There was a huge gash in her shirt. Blood oozed out lazily. He tried to staunch it, getting soaked in blood. "What bastard did this to you? I don't need a weapon. I'm gonna tear him limb from limb," "Really. Well, Captain. That won't be necessary. You'll be joining her very soon." Jack turned. "You!" he gasped
Anamaria's PoV
"Annie! Annie!" she squinted through the grey fog. "Who's there? Is that you Jack?" she stumbled through the mist blindly. The voice was fading. "Don't leave me Jack!" the fog was constricting. It closed in. "Jack!" she screamed, as her vision went black.
Jack's PoV
"Yes, me," said Joe. "And you won't be killing this bastard," "Give me one good reason why not," Jack left Anamaria and walked towards Joe menacingly. "Because I aint a bastard. I'm a bitch,"
Anamaria's PoV
Her vision cleared. She was standing in bright sunlight. Her mother was in front of her, and she was seven years old again. "Come here darling," her mother held her arms out and she ran to her, and was swung off her feet. She giggled and as they walked back to the house, played with a lock of her mother's hair. Inside her mother untied Anamaria's plait and began to pour water into a tub. The water steamed and Anamaria was lifted in it. "Goodness, you must have half the beach under those nails." He mother smiled gently. Outside, a storm began its thunder roll. Her dad came running in, letting in wind. "Tobias!" he called Mama's slave boy. "Help me with the fish! I need it under shelter!" the black boy ran out after him. Her mother smiled softly and hummed an old song, 'Danny Boy' as she bustled round the room. The smell of cooking came from the kitchen as Mary cooked the dinner. She was humming a different song, about love and sadness. The lightning flashed, but Anamaria wasn't scared. Mama was here, everything was all right. She was safe. Her mother took her out the bath, wrapping her in a towel, and stood with her at the window. She turned to watch the lightning whilst she dried her. When she turned back her dreamy smile was dangerous. She rubbed harder and her face became maniacal even. "Mama! You're hurting me!" Anamaria cried out. "Got to get you clean though darling!" her mother moved with hysterical speed. Anamaria wailed in terror as Mama tipped her back in the bath and held her under until she thought she would die and then brought her back up. She wasn't humming any more. She was muttering "Got to get it off got to get it off," over and over. She screamed for her dad when she saw the blood. Her mother slapped her to shush her and then held a suffocating hand over her mouth. Grey mist floated over her eyes and her ears clanged...
Jack's PoV
Jack heard Anamaria move slightly. He never stopped facing Joe though. The woman was dangerous. She had a knife as well. Jack had a sword, but it was in the wrong position. He couldn't take it out without her noticing, and was he willing to bet she could throw that nasty looking stiletto without hitting him? He sighed and sat down. "You could at least tell me why," he settled himself comfortably. "I like a good story." Joe sneered "What, trying to prolong your life? It won't work. You'll still be dead at the end." "Yeah, but it's not a bad way to go, being told a story by beautiful young women," Jack tried to look innocent even as he thought "Even if they are crazy bitches who are going to kill me" Joe sat down "Well..."
Anamaria's PoV
The grey mist lifted on a familiar nightmare setting. It was the worst one. The sea was in Anamaria's blood. Being able to look at the sea, even touch it, but not being able to sail it was her idea of hell. She looked round. She was on an island, in the middle of nowhere. She watched a ship sail by. She sat by the sea front. Jack would come for her. Surely he would. She scanned the horizon keenly. There! That speck on the water! A spyglass was on the sand next to her. She picked out the words Black Pearl, and saw Jack at the helm. He looked right through her. She ran along the sea front shouting and waving her arms. He ignored her "Jack! Jack! Come back! It's me!" she slowed down and eased the stitch in her side as the ship sailed out of hearing and sight. "Don't leave me Jack. Please..."
Jack's PoV
"Well, that's fascinating." He nodded as Joe finished. "You tell a good story. However, that doesn't let you get away with it," he took out his pistol and shot her cleanly through the head. As she crumpled he said, "I don't like blackmailers,"
An hour later
Jack sat by Anamaria. He held her hand when the doctor cauterised the wounds, one across the abdomen, and another in the shoulder, and winced as he stitched them up and then moved her to his cabin in the Pearl. She never stirred. The doctor had told him not to be hopeful. People rarely lost that much blood and lived.
Anamaria's PoV
The grey fog was back. She could hear her mama "Honey! Honey!" she ran towards the voice as it faded, to hear her dad "Hey gel! Hey!" that voice too faded. She grasped out in front of her blindly. Now she could hear another voice. They were familiar. She strained her ears. It was Jack. He was talking to someone. Se couldn't make it out, but she recognised the voice. It was the man whom she had come to every night. She shuddered.
Jack's PoV
Anamaria stirred and Jack dribbled water between her
"So... Zane. What are you up to?" Jack was standing by his desk. He laid the gun on the table. "Well, I had to holystone the deck today..." the man's forehead wrinkled "and I'm on watch later. Why?" "That's not what I meant, Zane. I don't like liars. Or blackmailers. I tend to deal with it..." Jack paused and picked up the gun, running his hands over it. "Differently. You know?" Zane stared at the gun. The man was caressing it like an animal, or a lover. He swallowed and said "I'm sure I don't know what you're on about Cap'n. Maybe you've mistook me for someone else?" Jack sighed, and then began to whet his knife. "Fine. I'm sorry I kept you. Go back to your duties." Gibbs was standing by the door "Go careful now Cap'n. We don't need another Bermuda." "No, we don't do we..." Jack ran his finger down the knife. Then, as Zane turned to leave, Jack flung the knife. It landed, vibrating, by Gibb's ear.
Midnight
Zane looked out to sea. He didn't see it. A cold sweat coursed down his body. He shivered as the wind moaned through the rigging. It was the last thing he ever heard. The last thing he ever saw was the sea, rushing up to meet him...
Jack's PoV
Jack was disturbed from his vigil by Anamaria's side by Gibbs. "It's Zane sir! He threw himself over board!" Jack went to the crowd of people. Zane's corpse lay, dripping on the deck. He turned to the crew. "This man was in league with Joe. He chose this death. He chose it. I will not tolerate blackmail within the crew. This bastard is responsible for Anamaria's current state. He is responsible!" Jack was frightening in his fury. He picked up the body and threw it over board, spitting into the waves after it. "He doesn't deserve a proper burial," he spat and stalked into his cabin. The crew were left, silent and stunned.
A week later
Jack was exhausted. The black rings round his eyes had nothing to do with his customary kohl. He leant forward and wet Anamaria's lips with water. She was a slither of the girl in the miniature. Her chest barely moved. Jack checked her flutter of breath. It wasn't there! He cried out a little and panicked. "Oh god! Annie!"
Anamaria's PoV
She was hanging in the grey fog again. Not standing. She couldn't feel ground under her feet. But now there was, and black was eating up the grey. There was a bright light in front. She ran towards it. She couldn't run fast enough. The black was catching up. She reached out a desperate hand and grabbed at the air in front.
Jack's PoV
"Oh god oh god. Annie, wake up. Please!" he touched her still warm hand "Please Annie..."
A/N: Is it light at the end of the tunnel time for Anamaria? Will the light be an oncoming train? Will it be a magical land where the Navy don't exist? Tune in next time to find out... (Heh heh. Cliffies! Aint I mean?)