Chapter...Oh Fuck It.
A/N: Still haven't worked out that bloody chapter thing yet. Anyway, nil desperados, dear hearts, nil desperados. You get to find out what happens next...
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not behind the sofa cushions. I found the remote control for the telly though. That's been missing for a month and all...
Jack's PoV
JACK LOOKED through a dusty old filing cabinet in his brain, under 'That Time I Masqueraded As A Doctor In Bangkok' and found what he was looking for. He tilted back Anamaria's head and pinched her nose shut. Then he covered her mouth with his and breathed into it. "You know, if this was under any other circumstance I would be happy to do this," he muttered as he came up for air.
Anamaria's PoV
The dark was catching up. She wouldn't be able to out run it. She slowed down and drew her sword. "Come on then. I'm ready for it..." she muttered grimly.
Jack's PoV
He was starting to get dizzy, and wasn't sure how much longer he could do this without passing out. He sat back, gasping slightly, and wiping his mouth. "Come on Annie," he whispered and leant forward. As he breathed, tears spattered on her cheeks.
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria wanted to turn and run as the blackness threatened to engulf her, like a huge wave. She screamed and closed her eyes, trembling. The dark never came. She opened her eyes. The dark was subsiding. She felt wet on her cheek. Rain? Rain, here? She looked up.
Jack's PoV
Jack sat back again. He wiped his mouth and cheeks. His tears made it look like Anamaria was alive, weeping for him, a gross parody of life. He growled and thumped her chest and turned away, scrubbing his eyes fiercely.
She coughed and spluttered. She moved feebly. Jack was by her side instantly. "Hey," she whispered. "You came for me then," "Someone's got to look after you girl," He smiled and stroked her cheek. She turned her head into his hand. Then she widened her eyes "Joe! What happened to Joe?" "Hush now. She's gone. She's gone Annie, and she aint ever coming back." He kissed her on the forehead. "Hungry?" "Yes. Starving. As far as I can tell, I've been out for a while." Anamaria's brow furrowed. "She?" "Long story." Jack stood. "For another day." He left the room.
Anamaria's PoV
She felt like she hadn't eaten in an age. She ate the bread and cheese Jack brought ravenously. The next few days were spent in bed, and then she wasn't allowed up. She rebelled eventually, and swung her legs out the bed. Her boots were the other side of the room.
Jack's PoV
It was about the third day that Anamaria tried to get up. Jack came in just in time to watch her go arse over tit onto the floor, with a little cry. She sat there looking pissed off as he (unsuccessfully) tried to hide his laughter. "Help me up then!" she snapped. He did so and then almost dropped her as her hand connected with his face, hard. "Don't know whether I deserved that," he muttered and rubbed his cheek where his beads had whacked him one, after the hand. She glared at him as he helped her limp over to the bed. She sat on it. "Well, tell me the story then." "What story?" Jack asked. As though he didn't already know. "Why was Joe blackmailing me? And when did he become a she?" "Well..." Jack settled back, and then smiled. "I'll come back tonight. There's less to do then. What ever is going on at the moment, I am still Captain of this ship. You are only one person, however I feel for you, and I must treat you like anyone else,"
Six O' Clock
Anamaria was sitting up when Jack returned. He had dealt with the usual quibbles about watches and that and now he was free for the rest of the night. He hummed to himself. The day had been quite eventful. There had been a fight between two of the men, which had been fairly amusing. The odds had been on the dwarf, though Cotton reckoned the other blike had a good chance. He would have as well, if the dwarf hadn't head-butted him in the place Jack thought was fairly important. And he reckoned that they had got to a hot spot as far as merchant ships go. He sat on the bed and told her of all this and more. Then he could put it off no longer "Well, when Joe was small..."
Anamaria's PoV
She settled back. Jack Sparrow told a mean story and she was looking forward to it. "Well, when Joe was small..."
A/N: So, why was Joe the crazy psycho we all knew and loved? Where does Zane come into this? Stay tuned to find out. (Cue Eastenders theme tune)
A/N: Still haven't worked out that bloody chapter thing yet. Anyway, nil desperados, dear hearts, nil desperados. You get to find out what happens next...
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not behind the sofa cushions. I found the remote control for the telly though. That's been missing for a month and all...
Jack's PoV
JACK LOOKED through a dusty old filing cabinet in his brain, under 'That Time I Masqueraded As A Doctor In Bangkok' and found what he was looking for. He tilted back Anamaria's head and pinched her nose shut. Then he covered her mouth with his and breathed into it. "You know, if this was under any other circumstance I would be happy to do this," he muttered as he came up for air.
Anamaria's PoV
The dark was catching up. She wouldn't be able to out run it. She slowed down and drew her sword. "Come on then. I'm ready for it..." she muttered grimly.
Jack's PoV
He was starting to get dizzy, and wasn't sure how much longer he could do this without passing out. He sat back, gasping slightly, and wiping his mouth. "Come on Annie," he whispered and leant forward. As he breathed, tears spattered on her cheeks.
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria wanted to turn and run as the blackness threatened to engulf her, like a huge wave. She screamed and closed her eyes, trembling. The dark never came. She opened her eyes. The dark was subsiding. She felt wet on her cheek. Rain? Rain, here? She looked up.
Jack's PoV
Jack sat back again. He wiped his mouth and cheeks. His tears made it look like Anamaria was alive, weeping for him, a gross parody of life. He growled and thumped her chest and turned away, scrubbing his eyes fiercely.
She coughed and spluttered. She moved feebly. Jack was by her side instantly. "Hey," she whispered. "You came for me then," "Someone's got to look after you girl," He smiled and stroked her cheek. She turned her head into his hand. Then she widened her eyes "Joe! What happened to Joe?" "Hush now. She's gone. She's gone Annie, and she aint ever coming back." He kissed her on the forehead. "Hungry?" "Yes. Starving. As far as I can tell, I've been out for a while." Anamaria's brow furrowed. "She?" "Long story." Jack stood. "For another day." He left the room.
Anamaria's PoV
She felt like she hadn't eaten in an age. She ate the bread and cheese Jack brought ravenously. The next few days were spent in bed, and then she wasn't allowed up. She rebelled eventually, and swung her legs out the bed. Her boots were the other side of the room.
Jack's PoV
It was about the third day that Anamaria tried to get up. Jack came in just in time to watch her go arse over tit onto the floor, with a little cry. She sat there looking pissed off as he (unsuccessfully) tried to hide his laughter. "Help me up then!" she snapped. He did so and then almost dropped her as her hand connected with his face, hard. "Don't know whether I deserved that," he muttered and rubbed his cheek where his beads had whacked him one, after the hand. She glared at him as he helped her limp over to the bed. She sat on it. "Well, tell me the story then." "What story?" Jack asked. As though he didn't already know. "Why was Joe blackmailing me? And when did he become a she?" "Well..." Jack settled back, and then smiled. "I'll come back tonight. There's less to do then. What ever is going on at the moment, I am still Captain of this ship. You are only one person, however I feel for you, and I must treat you like anyone else,"
Six O' Clock
Anamaria was sitting up when Jack returned. He had dealt with the usual quibbles about watches and that and now he was free for the rest of the night. He hummed to himself. The day had been quite eventful. There had been a fight between two of the men, which had been fairly amusing. The odds had been on the dwarf, though Cotton reckoned the other blike had a good chance. He would have as well, if the dwarf hadn't head-butted him in the place Jack thought was fairly important. And he reckoned that they had got to a hot spot as far as merchant ships go. He sat on the bed and told her of all this and more. Then he could put it off no longer "Well, when Joe was small..."
Anamaria's PoV
She settled back. Jack Sparrow told a mean story and she was looking forward to it. "Well, when Joe was small..."
A/N: So, why was Joe the crazy psycho we all knew and loved? Where does Zane come into this? Stay tuned to find out. (Cue Eastenders theme tune)