Author's Note: here we go again, another bloody disclaimer.. "i do not own anyone/anything from the original 'Pirates of the Caribbean'..".. savvy?! lol
Chapter Seven: Fainting, Fumbling, and a Blow To The Head
Ana gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Is that..." she questioned. Jack simply nodded, and without warning, Ana started to fall towards the ground; she was fainting at the sight of the ship in Jacks eyes. He immediately stopped stearing and rushed over to her.
"Ana," he said while lifting her head up off of the deck, "Ana wake up love." She moved her head slightly, but she didn't wake up.
"Bloody hell, why is this happening now?!" he said, looking over the bow and watching The Dire Soul come closer and closer. Her started to fumble and panic. Thankfully he quickly remembered was he was doing beforehand.
"Bella, love, wake up please!" Jack said gently shaking her. His voice was a little more stern, and finally her eyes fluttered open.
"Wow," he thought to himself, "she looks exactly like her." Same long black hair, same glimmering eyes. But it wasn't her. It wasn't his precious...
"Jack, what happened??" she asked, throwing off his train of thought. Anabella grasped a tight hold onto his shirt and tried to pull herself up. Jack wrapped his arms around her and helped her up, so that he was kneeling, and she was sitting upright.
"You fainted, but you're alright now love." They both stayed low to the ground, as they did not wish to see The Dire Soul coming closer, or be seen by Captain Worvelt.
"I've got to take you home as soon as it passes," he said, gradually looking over the bow again; it was closer than before, the sails were in full view. Ripped, white sails, with a ghastly image of a red skull.
Ana gave him a stubborn look and crossed her arms. Since Jack had a tight grip on her, it was quite difficult to do.
"Why Jack? Why are you taking me home? It hasn't been a long ride at all, and it's not much of a ride sitting down here!!" She pouted, and he knew that he couldn't tell her of the horrors that took place in the lower deck of The Dire Soul.
"I can't explain now love, but, soon." He looked down and noticed the hatch of a small door in the deck, which leaded to the lower level, and smiled.
"Well how soon is soon?" she asked curiously.
"SOON!!" said Jack impatiently, who was now crawling over to the door. "But for now, let's just stay low to the deck, and I'll go get us some rum to pass the time, savvy?" Just as he was reaching for the latch, he could hear her mumbling below her breath.
"Fine Jack, get us some rum. That's all you bloody care about." He smirked and nodded, unlatching the door. "At least he's cute, otherwise I would want to go home." Ana sighed as Jack got the door open, and while he jumped down, he heard her talking once more.
"Alas, I can see what Will meant by him being a good man." Anabella fell back onto the deck, and smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow, you are a fine pirate." Her opinions changed quickly. Her heart was longing for Jack, as his was for her.
Underneath the deck, in a small room designed just for Jack's rum, he smiled. "That I am, love, that I am." He grabbed a bottle, and while taking a swig of rum he thought to himself.
"No matter what happens, I can't let anything happen to her. I can't lose her. I can't let Worvelt get her and..." he stopped and listened. Nothing. Not a peep was heard.
It was much to quiet up on the deck. Jack put the cork back into the bottle of rum and set it on the shelf. Slowly he climed up, and looked around the deck as his head poked up. Ana was gone.
"Ana, love, where are you?" he called out in a shallow, hoarse whisper. "This is no time to be playing games." He continued his search without noticing that The Dire Soul had pulled up right along the Black Pearl. Ana was the object of his attention at the moment.
Behind Jack, stood Pantalis, a tortured crew member from The Dire Soul, with Ana in his arms. He was dirty, with torn rags for clothes, and his hair was pulled back into a greasy braid; quite a sight for sore eyes. His beard was unevenly cut, and to make matters worse, his fingernails were yellow and long as he was missing all but 5 teeth.
"Mmmmph!!" Anabella tried to make a sound, but Pantalis' hand covered her mouth, so only a muffled sound came out. His nails dug into her left cheek, leaving 4 marks. Blood slowly made it's way to the surface of her face.
"Ana??" Jack said turning around. He never quite made it around. He now had full view of The Dire Soul. He remembered every detail of that ship, down to the very last nail of the deck. Pantalis was now quickly and quietly making his way around Sparrow.
Jack had now spotted the very hole he watched Worvelt torture and kill...
"JACK!!!" Ana had now managed to bite Pantalis' hand, and cry out in order to be saved. Jack withdrew his sword and turned to Ana. He walked closer and closer when he saw her in Pantalis' arms.
"Pantalis, so nice to see you again." He attempted to stall him.
"Uggghhh" was all Pantalis grunted out. His mouth was right next to Ana's nose, and his stenchly breath wanted to make her throw up.
"Now, just give me the girl Pantalis, and I won't have to--" without warning Jackfelt a hard, heavy object hit his head. As he turned around to see what it was, all went blurry, and he fell to the ground. All was black.
Author's Note: ok wow i really think this chapter sucked! haha.. hmmm... it'll get better people, i promise!!!