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Ch. 15 Anamaria
"Jack? Jack? I think he's coming back to us." Dana's voice sounded so far off. Jack tried to move but there was too much pain, so he stopped. His chest hurt. "Jack, don't move...it'll all be okay." Dana was sitting beside him; he could feel her weight on the bed. He must be on a ship; he could feel his world rocking gently. Last thing he remembered, He'd been fighting Fritz...he'd been shot...he'd passed out...
He couldn't open his eyes; they seemed to be sewn shut. Jack tried harder but the strain only made his head spin and his stomach to flop as if he wanted to throw up. "Jack, it's okay, I'm here...I'm not going anywhere." She was coming closer; everything was coming into focus. He felt a hand in his.
"How's he doing?" Said a male voice, Lester. Jack wanted to tell the man to go away but opening his mouth would require energy and he had none.
"I don't know, he's gone again. It's been three days, you'd think he'd be okay. I just can't..." The rest of her words were spoken to softly to hear.
"We're heading for Tortuga." Said another voice, Pete's. "Do you need anything else Dana?"
"No, just set the water there...I can do everything else." There was the faint sound of a door closing and then silence. "Just you and me now Jack, your audience is gone. I know how you like that kind of thing, an audience to make your grand entrances." She laughed lightly. "Climbing aboard the Seeker and not knowing what to find, that was stupid. I thought you were totally insane when I saw you below, sopping wet...that crap you wear around your eyes all smudged." She sighed. "Don't know what I'll do if you leave me Jack. So don't, okay."
Jack would have liked to tell her they had an understanding but he knew, when another opportunity arose he'd take it...he had with Lily. She stopped talking and began to sing. Jack didn't recognize the song, or the tune...it helped lull his back to sleep.
Lighting was crashing outside, illuminating the windows and bothering his eye lids as it flashed, casting a sudden red light through his closed eyes. Jack lay there, listening to the pounding of the rain and feeling the tossing ship beneath him. Opening his eyes slowly, Jack looked around.
He was in the captain's cabin aboard the Seeker, which was plunged into total darkness save for the white flashes of lightning. The roof of the cabin was bathed in the glow, spatters of rain sending shadows on the roof as they ran down the panes. Wincing, Jack turned his head and found he wasn't the only one in the bed.
Dana lay beside him, fast asleep, her breath caressing his face, steady and deep. Jack's eyes traveled over her and then to his chest which was bare but for the bandages that were crimson. "Wow." Jack whispered. "That's interesting." With his left hand, he toyed with the bandages and jumped when a hand appeared from no where and smacked him lightly.
"Stop it." Dana snapped before her face relaxed into a relieved smile. "We were worried, I can tell you." She sat up and leaned over him, stroking his face. "Your temperature's down, that's good." Jack opened his mouth but Dana answered his question for him, "Eight days, you've been out eight days."
"Anyone else..."
"Rills is dead, So is John and Ronny." Jack closed his eyes briefly, these words sinking in. It was his fault.
"Sorry..."
"Don't be, no one blames you. It was Dick, not you." She got off the bed and walked to a table in the corner where she took a small white cloth from a bowl and rung it out. She placed it on Jack's forehead and dabbed it down his cheeks. "We're docked in Tortuga, everyone's gone but us. We were waiting until you woke up." Her eyes filled with tears. "You know what we have to do Jack." Jack nodded.
"Leave me." He said simply. Dana rubbed away her tears and nodded, her lips trembling. "Who's captain?"
"Harold." Dana answered, looking away. "He'll be better then Dick, that's for sure." Jack nodded and closed his eyes.
"See you tomorrow." He said.
The next day was dreadful but oddly satisfying for Jack. He wanted to leave, move on and continue but he didn't want to leave Dana either. She'd gone through something like he had and her hatred of Fritz was close to his if not greater. Gibbs and a few men turned up around noon with a makeshift stretcher and took Jack off the ship and in a rowboat to Tortuga after long good-byes.
Dana came with him and when they pulled him from the rowboat and laid him on the dock, she hopped out and sat next to him. "Privacy." She growled at Gibbs and his friends. They left instantly. When they were out of earshot she took his hand. "Are you going to be okay, Jack?" She asked silently, "I mean, I don't quite trust them." Jack smiled and grimaced as a wave of pain swept over him.
"It'll be okay, luv. I swear." He said. "I know Gibbs, he's okay...a little daft but...okay." Dana smiled.
"More daft then you, you mean?" She giggled but Jack didn't reply, the sun was to hot...the wind to strong...he wanted to sleep. He hardly felt Dana as she kissed his cheek, then his lips, tears sliding down her face to land on his. She brushed them away and then left him, dropping into the boat and taking back off to the Seeker. They both knew this was for the best, Jack was to weak to survive a trip like that and there was medicine here, and people who could give him their undivided attention. Jack's mind slipped, however, into a restless dream.
"I don't be havin' time to baby-sit." There was a female voice nearby, one he didn't recognize. She sounded angry and her voice made Jack cringe. "Don't he have a wife, a mother? Somethin'?"
"No, no one, it'll only be for a time. Please Bonnie." That was Gibbs. "Don't ye know who he be?"
"I don't give a rat's arse who he be, ye are not keepin' him here and that be final. I have payin' customers, no time fer a half dead pirate." Jack felt a slight ripple of anger, he was no where near dead and anyway, he didn't want to be babied and he didn't want her sympathy. Opening his bleary eyes, Jack turned his head and found a fancy room. The door stood a jar in the far corner and he could just see a short grey-haired woman standing outside, hands on her wide hips. "Now, Joshamee, ye take him outta here right now."
"Bonnie, please." Gibbs now stepped into Jack's range of vision and gripped the woman's upper arms. She seemed comfortable in them and did not pull away. "His name be Jack...Sparrow." Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise and Jack allowed himself to grin. "He will be no problem, Jack be tough and'll be on his feet in no time, mark my words."
Bonnie glanced at the door and started when she saw Jack's eyes were open. Gibbs turned to and smiled brightly. "Jack." He said, walking forward, he was almost in the room before Bonnie pushed him away.
Briskly she said, "I have a patient to look after." Walked in a slammed the door in Gibbs' face. Turned, she smiled slightly at Jack. "Well Mr. Sparrow, shall I offer you anything? Tea, water..."
"Rum." Jack rasped.
Jack entered the bar and jumped aside as a man hit the ground at his feet, a knife in his back. Ignoring him, Jack made his way to the bar. The man behind the counter greeted him cheerfully, having seen him everyday for three months.
"Ja', wha' ca' I ge' ye' la'?" The man asked. Jack took a minute to discern what he had said then raised his eyebrows. "Rum is." Jack banged a fist on the counter and turned around to see Giselle walking through the crowd towards him.
"Anything you need tonight luv?" She asked playfully, playing with his coat buttons. Her hand brushed his chest and he winced slightly.
"Not tonight." He answered, taking the tankard of rum. "Thanks Jacob." He said over his shoulder. Dislodging Giselle, he made his way across the bar to sit down at a table with a man named Bonettei who he'd just met an hour ago at the docks.
"You said you had some information on the Black Pearl?" Jack asked. Bonettei made a 'hmmm'-ing noise into his own rum and guzzled it down. He was ugly, no doubt about that, with a large hooked nose and small watery blue eyes that were rimmed blood red. He must have been only four-foot-two and looked starved in his oversized clothing. "Well?" Jack growled impatiently.
Bonettei hiccupped and smiled blandly. "More rum first, then talk." Jack pulled out his knife and waved it under Bonettei's face. "Okay, fine." He waved over a girl in a revealing dress and let her hang around his neck before he said, "I hear many stories. One is that Barbossa is cursed." He raised his eyebrows but Jack snorted.
"Heard it." Jack said. Bonettei's face fell.
"Fine, did ye hear that they be looking for these weird little gold..."
"Coins." Jack supplied. Bonettei looked again as though Christmas had been cancelled but continued as though there had been no interruption.
"May I continue?" He snapped. Jack smiled and the man cleared his throat, running a hand along the girl's neck and down to her chest. "They say they found one last week, raided a small ship. Anyways, there are rumors flying that they only be needin' one more but can't find it." Jack was now listening, this news had grabbed his interest and an idea was forming in his head. Maybe he could find the last piece and use it to barder. "They just need it and a kid...some kid related to a crew member to lift the curse."
"Ah, okay. Who?" Jack didn't believe in the curse but there may be something here, something he could work with.
"Some kid, Turner." Jack's breath caught in his throat. "A kid of some Bill Turner...Bootstrap."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"Well, there was one man in here just two days ago, says they be searching for the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner because they sent him to the depths..."
"They killed him?" Jack gasped, trying to bring himself together.
"No, they can't die...they be cursed." Jack sat back in his chair. There was no curse, it was a myth but, if they were looking for William Turner, AKA Bootstrap Bill's child, that meant William and Becky were in trouble. Jack swallowed; maybe he could get in touch with Kaaren.
Before he could ask another question, however, a cry from across the bar hit his ears and he looked up to see a black woman striding across the bar, her face contorted in rage as she stared at Bonettei. "You! You snaking, slithering, mother su..."
"Anamaria." Bonettei yelled in surprise, jumping up from the table and knocking the woman on his lap the ground as he scrambled to the dark corner nearby. Jack also stood, watching the beautiful woman come to a stop beside the table.
"You owe me money!" She screamed. Some people in the bar had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the scene unfolding. Others were still drinking, apparently non-plussed by what was going on. "And I want it now!"
"I don't have it!" Bonettei cried. Anamaria took three enormous strides forward and smacked him hard across the face. Bonettei whimpered and his eyes went wide as Anamaria pulled a knife from her side. With one swift move, Jack grabbed her arm from behind and they both toppled over onto the ground. Viciously she swung and swiped, legs kicking in mid-air as Jack held her tightly from behind.
"Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed. She slammed her head back hard, connecting with Jack's face and, through his pain, his grip lessened slightly and she managed to get the upper hand, leaning over him with the knife to his throat.
"What the hell do you think yer doing, grabbing me from behind?" She moved the blade up the side of his face and nicked his chin making him wince. "You sorry sack of slime."
"I couldn't let you hurt him," Jack said, "He's my informant." Anamaria cocked an eyebrow. "How much does he owe you?"
"Lots." Jack pondered this for a moment and then, with one big kick, pulled his leg up and launched Anamaria over his head where she hit the dirty bar floor, panting. Quick as lightning, he pulled his pistol from his sash and flipped over backwards, landing on top of her.
As the pistol touched her chin she smiled. "You won't shoot me." Jack cocked the gun. "Okay, I won't kill him. I want my money though." Jack grinned, she was persistent.
"Can you wait until after I'm done? It's just; I need him alive and in the right mind, savvy. Let's say, I keep him for another while," Jack glanced at Bonettei who still huddled in the corner. "the longer he talks, the longer he stays away from you." Bonettei's face flushed. "Then, you get him when your done? Deal?" Anamaria tilted her head to see Bonettei and finally nodded. Bonettei made to run but a man grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground saying something about 'stealing from women'. "Jack."
"I know who you are, Sparrow. I've heard yer stories, and their all bull." She moved her gaze to his chest. "Yer stayin' with Bonnie, right?" Jack nodded and Anamaria smiled.
Jack gave Bonettei to Anamaria shortly after and never saw the man again. Frankly he didn't really care what had happened to him. Bonnie was a nice old woman but fussy and generally hated Jack doing anything dangerous, slapping him a few times for scaring her. As his wounds healed, he decided he needed to hit the water again, after all, revenge was so close he could taste it.
At the docks one nice day, Jack saw Anamaria cleaning the side of a small boat that was tied securely to the dock and he grinned, staggering over to her. "What are you doing? Getting paid to wash it, or are you planning to commandeer it?" Anamaria looked up at him hostily and stopped her cleaning. If she could have shot daggers from her eyes, Jack would be a dead man twice over.
"Go away Sparrow." She snapped. Jack didn't move. "It's my boat."
"Got yer money then?" Jack asked, running a hand along the side of the boat and catching a few slivers. "Fine little boat, except for the fact that it'll never make it anywhere." Anamaria ignored him. "Probably won't even make it to Port Royal."
"Yeah? Jump off a pier Sparrow." Anamaria said hostily. Jack grinned and looked out at the harbor. There were three ships docked there.
"How about one of those?" He asked. Anamaria chuckled and shook her head.
"To big for pirate ships." She said. "Way to big. I would think you'd be wantin' something more yer size, you know, small." Jack turned to her and smiled, getting her meaning.
"How do you know?" He asked. "Ye've never had the pleasure." Anamaria glared at him for a second and chose not to reply.
"Hear about the new Commodore in Port Royal?" She asked, glancing at him. Jack shook his head and Anamaria continued. "Well, he'll be inducted in a few days. I'd watch yerself Sparrow, I hear he hates pirates."
"Is that so?" Jack asked. "Port Royal has a large navy, eh?" Anamaria nodded. "Well...most guard'll be at the fort for the ceremony?" Anamaria again nodded. "How long does it take to get there?"
Jack snuck carefully across the beach barefoot, his boots in his hand so as not to make a sound when he hit the dock. Anamaria's small boat came into view and he slowed, the moonlight coming out of it's cloudy blanket and casting him in it's bright white light. When he got to the edge, he peered over. It was empty, Anamaria was gone.
Jack glanced around then threw his boots into the boat, wincing as they made a loud clunk in the silent night. Climbing in himself, he frowned.
"It'll never make it to Port Royal." He said to himself, squinting through the dark at the boats bare insides. This was the lowest he'd ever sunk. "It's all I can do though." Reaching over, he untied it just as a lone dark figure came striding across the beach towards him. It was Anamaria, he could tell by her profile. Cursing, Jack opened the sails and grabbed two oars.
"Hey!" Anamaria shouted shrilly, running now across the expanse between them to get to her boat and murder whoever was on it. "Wait! Come back! I swear I'll kill you!" She stopped at the end of the dock, watching her boat sail away in the moonlight.
Jack yelled back to her, "I'll bring it back Ana, I promise!" Anamaria screamed and stamped her foot on the dock's wooden planking.
"Jack Sparrow, I'll kill you!" And, listening to Anamaria's cursing, Jack set off into the night smiling. He wouldn't have to worry, he'd never see her again...how very wrong he was.
Done! What did you think? Please tell me!
Alteng: Of course Jack can't die but you feel sorry for him don't you? I did...I feel like such a Dick for hurting him. Lol. Barbossa wouldn't throw his lot in with Dick...or Fritz...he's to smart for that. Well... The movie is the next chapter. I wrote out some parts with it, some of the out takes and some of my own invention so it's alright I think. My dad, who reads all my work just because I wrote it and it has nothing to do with loving potc, said it was boring because he knew what was going to happen already. I watch it every time I can. I'm thinking about making a hp ff but I have to work out all the kinks in it first.
DragonHunter200: I love your little comments after every favorite line, it's hilarious! You made me laugh so hard. Thank you. Four years not waisted, he got with Dana...another lovely lady. Hehehehe. Still on the porch, probably till I'm 18 and can have my own house...or move in with grandma and george...shudder. I don't have cats, they make my sister sneeze. Your cat plays fetch? That's awesome! My calf plays fetch. Unfortunitaly he lives farther away then I'd like. No cows in the town, you know.
Dshael: Thanks, I wanted it to show jack's determination to scare fritz, even when he's down.
Ch. 15 Anamaria
"Jack? Jack? I think he's coming back to us." Dana's voice sounded so far off. Jack tried to move but there was too much pain, so he stopped. His chest hurt. "Jack, don't move...it'll all be okay." Dana was sitting beside him; he could feel her weight on the bed. He must be on a ship; he could feel his world rocking gently. Last thing he remembered, He'd been fighting Fritz...he'd been shot...he'd passed out...
He couldn't open his eyes; they seemed to be sewn shut. Jack tried harder but the strain only made his head spin and his stomach to flop as if he wanted to throw up. "Jack, it's okay, I'm here...I'm not going anywhere." She was coming closer; everything was coming into focus. He felt a hand in his.
"How's he doing?" Said a male voice, Lester. Jack wanted to tell the man to go away but opening his mouth would require energy and he had none.
"I don't know, he's gone again. It's been three days, you'd think he'd be okay. I just can't..." The rest of her words were spoken to softly to hear.
"We're heading for Tortuga." Said another voice, Pete's. "Do you need anything else Dana?"
"No, just set the water there...I can do everything else." There was the faint sound of a door closing and then silence. "Just you and me now Jack, your audience is gone. I know how you like that kind of thing, an audience to make your grand entrances." She laughed lightly. "Climbing aboard the Seeker and not knowing what to find, that was stupid. I thought you were totally insane when I saw you below, sopping wet...that crap you wear around your eyes all smudged." She sighed. "Don't know what I'll do if you leave me Jack. So don't, okay."
Jack would have liked to tell her they had an understanding but he knew, when another opportunity arose he'd take it...he had with Lily. She stopped talking and began to sing. Jack didn't recognize the song, or the tune...it helped lull his back to sleep.
Lighting was crashing outside, illuminating the windows and bothering his eye lids as it flashed, casting a sudden red light through his closed eyes. Jack lay there, listening to the pounding of the rain and feeling the tossing ship beneath him. Opening his eyes slowly, Jack looked around.
He was in the captain's cabin aboard the Seeker, which was plunged into total darkness save for the white flashes of lightning. The roof of the cabin was bathed in the glow, spatters of rain sending shadows on the roof as they ran down the panes. Wincing, Jack turned his head and found he wasn't the only one in the bed.
Dana lay beside him, fast asleep, her breath caressing his face, steady and deep. Jack's eyes traveled over her and then to his chest which was bare but for the bandages that were crimson. "Wow." Jack whispered. "That's interesting." With his left hand, he toyed with the bandages and jumped when a hand appeared from no where and smacked him lightly.
"Stop it." Dana snapped before her face relaxed into a relieved smile. "We were worried, I can tell you." She sat up and leaned over him, stroking his face. "Your temperature's down, that's good." Jack opened his mouth but Dana answered his question for him, "Eight days, you've been out eight days."
"Anyone else..."
"Rills is dead, So is John and Ronny." Jack closed his eyes briefly, these words sinking in. It was his fault.
"Sorry..."
"Don't be, no one blames you. It was Dick, not you." She got off the bed and walked to a table in the corner where she took a small white cloth from a bowl and rung it out. She placed it on Jack's forehead and dabbed it down his cheeks. "We're docked in Tortuga, everyone's gone but us. We were waiting until you woke up." Her eyes filled with tears. "You know what we have to do Jack." Jack nodded.
"Leave me." He said simply. Dana rubbed away her tears and nodded, her lips trembling. "Who's captain?"
"Harold." Dana answered, looking away. "He'll be better then Dick, that's for sure." Jack nodded and closed his eyes.
"See you tomorrow." He said.
The next day was dreadful but oddly satisfying for Jack. He wanted to leave, move on and continue but he didn't want to leave Dana either. She'd gone through something like he had and her hatred of Fritz was close to his if not greater. Gibbs and a few men turned up around noon with a makeshift stretcher and took Jack off the ship and in a rowboat to Tortuga after long good-byes.
Dana came with him and when they pulled him from the rowboat and laid him on the dock, she hopped out and sat next to him. "Privacy." She growled at Gibbs and his friends. They left instantly. When they were out of earshot she took his hand. "Are you going to be okay, Jack?" She asked silently, "I mean, I don't quite trust them." Jack smiled and grimaced as a wave of pain swept over him.
"It'll be okay, luv. I swear." He said. "I know Gibbs, he's okay...a little daft but...okay." Dana smiled.
"More daft then you, you mean?" She giggled but Jack didn't reply, the sun was to hot...the wind to strong...he wanted to sleep. He hardly felt Dana as she kissed his cheek, then his lips, tears sliding down her face to land on his. She brushed them away and then left him, dropping into the boat and taking back off to the Seeker. They both knew this was for the best, Jack was to weak to survive a trip like that and there was medicine here, and people who could give him their undivided attention. Jack's mind slipped, however, into a restless dream.
"I don't be havin' time to baby-sit." There was a female voice nearby, one he didn't recognize. She sounded angry and her voice made Jack cringe. "Don't he have a wife, a mother? Somethin'?"
"No, no one, it'll only be for a time. Please Bonnie." That was Gibbs. "Don't ye know who he be?"
"I don't give a rat's arse who he be, ye are not keepin' him here and that be final. I have payin' customers, no time fer a half dead pirate." Jack felt a slight ripple of anger, he was no where near dead and anyway, he didn't want to be babied and he didn't want her sympathy. Opening his bleary eyes, Jack turned his head and found a fancy room. The door stood a jar in the far corner and he could just see a short grey-haired woman standing outside, hands on her wide hips. "Now, Joshamee, ye take him outta here right now."
"Bonnie, please." Gibbs now stepped into Jack's range of vision and gripped the woman's upper arms. She seemed comfortable in them and did not pull away. "His name be Jack...Sparrow." Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise and Jack allowed himself to grin. "He will be no problem, Jack be tough and'll be on his feet in no time, mark my words."
Bonnie glanced at the door and started when she saw Jack's eyes were open. Gibbs turned to and smiled brightly. "Jack." He said, walking forward, he was almost in the room before Bonnie pushed him away.
Briskly she said, "I have a patient to look after." Walked in a slammed the door in Gibbs' face. Turned, she smiled slightly at Jack. "Well Mr. Sparrow, shall I offer you anything? Tea, water..."
"Rum." Jack rasped.
Jack entered the bar and jumped aside as a man hit the ground at his feet, a knife in his back. Ignoring him, Jack made his way to the bar. The man behind the counter greeted him cheerfully, having seen him everyday for three months.
"Ja', wha' ca' I ge' ye' la'?" The man asked. Jack took a minute to discern what he had said then raised his eyebrows. "Rum is." Jack banged a fist on the counter and turned around to see Giselle walking through the crowd towards him.
"Anything you need tonight luv?" She asked playfully, playing with his coat buttons. Her hand brushed his chest and he winced slightly.
"Not tonight." He answered, taking the tankard of rum. "Thanks Jacob." He said over his shoulder. Dislodging Giselle, he made his way across the bar to sit down at a table with a man named Bonettei who he'd just met an hour ago at the docks.
"You said you had some information on the Black Pearl?" Jack asked. Bonettei made a 'hmmm'-ing noise into his own rum and guzzled it down. He was ugly, no doubt about that, with a large hooked nose and small watery blue eyes that were rimmed blood red. He must have been only four-foot-two and looked starved in his oversized clothing. "Well?" Jack growled impatiently.
Bonettei hiccupped and smiled blandly. "More rum first, then talk." Jack pulled out his knife and waved it under Bonettei's face. "Okay, fine." He waved over a girl in a revealing dress and let her hang around his neck before he said, "I hear many stories. One is that Barbossa is cursed." He raised his eyebrows but Jack snorted.
"Heard it." Jack said. Bonettei's face fell.
"Fine, did ye hear that they be looking for these weird little gold..."
"Coins." Jack supplied. Bonettei looked again as though Christmas had been cancelled but continued as though there had been no interruption.
"May I continue?" He snapped. Jack smiled and the man cleared his throat, running a hand along the girl's neck and down to her chest. "They say they found one last week, raided a small ship. Anyways, there are rumors flying that they only be needin' one more but can't find it." Jack was now listening, this news had grabbed his interest and an idea was forming in his head. Maybe he could find the last piece and use it to barder. "They just need it and a kid...some kid related to a crew member to lift the curse."
"Ah, okay. Who?" Jack didn't believe in the curse but there may be something here, something he could work with.
"Some kid, Turner." Jack's breath caught in his throat. "A kid of some Bill Turner...Bootstrap."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"Well, there was one man in here just two days ago, says they be searching for the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner because they sent him to the depths..."
"They killed him?" Jack gasped, trying to bring himself together.
"No, they can't die...they be cursed." Jack sat back in his chair. There was no curse, it was a myth but, if they were looking for William Turner, AKA Bootstrap Bill's child, that meant William and Becky were in trouble. Jack swallowed; maybe he could get in touch with Kaaren.
Before he could ask another question, however, a cry from across the bar hit his ears and he looked up to see a black woman striding across the bar, her face contorted in rage as she stared at Bonettei. "You! You snaking, slithering, mother su..."
"Anamaria." Bonettei yelled in surprise, jumping up from the table and knocking the woman on his lap the ground as he scrambled to the dark corner nearby. Jack also stood, watching the beautiful woman come to a stop beside the table.
"You owe me money!" She screamed. Some people in the bar had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the scene unfolding. Others were still drinking, apparently non-plussed by what was going on. "And I want it now!"
"I don't have it!" Bonettei cried. Anamaria took three enormous strides forward and smacked him hard across the face. Bonettei whimpered and his eyes went wide as Anamaria pulled a knife from her side. With one swift move, Jack grabbed her arm from behind and they both toppled over onto the ground. Viciously she swung and swiped, legs kicking in mid-air as Jack held her tightly from behind.
"Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed. She slammed her head back hard, connecting with Jack's face and, through his pain, his grip lessened slightly and she managed to get the upper hand, leaning over him with the knife to his throat.
"What the hell do you think yer doing, grabbing me from behind?" She moved the blade up the side of his face and nicked his chin making him wince. "You sorry sack of slime."
"I couldn't let you hurt him," Jack said, "He's my informant." Anamaria cocked an eyebrow. "How much does he owe you?"
"Lots." Jack pondered this for a moment and then, with one big kick, pulled his leg up and launched Anamaria over his head where she hit the dirty bar floor, panting. Quick as lightning, he pulled his pistol from his sash and flipped over backwards, landing on top of her.
As the pistol touched her chin she smiled. "You won't shoot me." Jack cocked the gun. "Okay, I won't kill him. I want my money though." Jack grinned, she was persistent.
"Can you wait until after I'm done? It's just; I need him alive and in the right mind, savvy. Let's say, I keep him for another while," Jack glanced at Bonettei who still huddled in the corner. "the longer he talks, the longer he stays away from you." Bonettei's face flushed. "Then, you get him when your done? Deal?" Anamaria tilted her head to see Bonettei and finally nodded. Bonettei made to run but a man grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground saying something about 'stealing from women'. "Jack."
"I know who you are, Sparrow. I've heard yer stories, and their all bull." She moved her gaze to his chest. "Yer stayin' with Bonnie, right?" Jack nodded and Anamaria smiled.
Jack gave Bonettei to Anamaria shortly after and never saw the man again. Frankly he didn't really care what had happened to him. Bonnie was a nice old woman but fussy and generally hated Jack doing anything dangerous, slapping him a few times for scaring her. As his wounds healed, he decided he needed to hit the water again, after all, revenge was so close he could taste it.
At the docks one nice day, Jack saw Anamaria cleaning the side of a small boat that was tied securely to the dock and he grinned, staggering over to her. "What are you doing? Getting paid to wash it, or are you planning to commandeer it?" Anamaria looked up at him hostily and stopped her cleaning. If she could have shot daggers from her eyes, Jack would be a dead man twice over.
"Go away Sparrow." She snapped. Jack didn't move. "It's my boat."
"Got yer money then?" Jack asked, running a hand along the side of the boat and catching a few slivers. "Fine little boat, except for the fact that it'll never make it anywhere." Anamaria ignored him. "Probably won't even make it to Port Royal."
"Yeah? Jump off a pier Sparrow." Anamaria said hostily. Jack grinned and looked out at the harbor. There were three ships docked there.
"How about one of those?" He asked. Anamaria chuckled and shook her head.
"To big for pirate ships." She said. "Way to big. I would think you'd be wantin' something more yer size, you know, small." Jack turned to her and smiled, getting her meaning.
"How do you know?" He asked. "Ye've never had the pleasure." Anamaria glared at him for a second and chose not to reply.
"Hear about the new Commodore in Port Royal?" She asked, glancing at him. Jack shook his head and Anamaria continued. "Well, he'll be inducted in a few days. I'd watch yerself Sparrow, I hear he hates pirates."
"Is that so?" Jack asked. "Port Royal has a large navy, eh?" Anamaria nodded. "Well...most guard'll be at the fort for the ceremony?" Anamaria again nodded. "How long does it take to get there?"
Jack snuck carefully across the beach barefoot, his boots in his hand so as not to make a sound when he hit the dock. Anamaria's small boat came into view and he slowed, the moonlight coming out of it's cloudy blanket and casting him in it's bright white light. When he got to the edge, he peered over. It was empty, Anamaria was gone.
Jack glanced around then threw his boots into the boat, wincing as they made a loud clunk in the silent night. Climbing in himself, he frowned.
"It'll never make it to Port Royal." He said to himself, squinting through the dark at the boats bare insides. This was the lowest he'd ever sunk. "It's all I can do though." Reaching over, he untied it just as a lone dark figure came striding across the beach towards him. It was Anamaria, he could tell by her profile. Cursing, Jack opened the sails and grabbed two oars.
"Hey!" Anamaria shouted shrilly, running now across the expanse between them to get to her boat and murder whoever was on it. "Wait! Come back! I swear I'll kill you!" She stopped at the end of the dock, watching her boat sail away in the moonlight.
Jack yelled back to her, "I'll bring it back Ana, I promise!" Anamaria screamed and stamped her foot on the dock's wooden planking.
"Jack Sparrow, I'll kill you!" And, listening to Anamaria's cursing, Jack set off into the night smiling. He wouldn't have to worry, he'd never see her again...how very wrong he was.
Done! What did you think? Please tell me!
Alteng: Of course Jack can't die but you feel sorry for him don't you? I did...I feel like such a Dick for hurting him. Lol. Barbossa wouldn't throw his lot in with Dick...or Fritz...he's to smart for that. Well... The movie is the next chapter. I wrote out some parts with it, some of the out takes and some of my own invention so it's alright I think. My dad, who reads all my work just because I wrote it and it has nothing to do with loving potc, said it was boring because he knew what was going to happen already. I watch it every time I can. I'm thinking about making a hp ff but I have to work out all the kinks in it first.
DragonHunter200: I love your little comments after every favorite line, it's hilarious! You made me laugh so hard. Thank you. Four years not waisted, he got with Dana...another lovely lady. Hehehehe. Still on the porch, probably till I'm 18 and can have my own house...or move in with grandma and george...shudder. I don't have cats, they make my sister sneeze. Your cat plays fetch? That's awesome! My calf plays fetch. Unfortunitaly he lives farther away then I'd like. No cows in the town, you know.
Dshael: Thanks, I wanted it to show jack's determination to scare fritz, even when he's down.