Many thanks to my reviewers, you guys are so cool. Wow I feel so special, I
thought no one would ever review, but it seems I'm very wrong! I got this
one out a little slower than last time, but though it may not seem like it
I do have a life (not a very exciting one). Anyways, I hope you like it as
always.
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
Enjoy
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Taking Your Chances
Falling and Staring
Anamaria's eyes fluttered, as she moaned and rolled onto her right side. She felt stiff all over, and her head was pounding like the rolling drums before some pirate loses their life to the noose.
Moaning again, Anamaria opened her eyes, waiting a moment for any blurred objects to come into focus. The only thing she saw was white, not a clean white, but a dirty stained white. She reached up to her head, and realized someone had wrapped a dirty white cloth around her head, and over her chocolate eyes.
She pushed it out of the way to see what any woman would have squealed with delight to gaze upon. Not Anamaria though, in fact she tried to flip over onto her other side so fast, she went flying off the end of the bed. She flopped on the floor with a loud bump, and the wood underneath her gave a loud creak.
Anamaria held her breath hoping that the floor was just old and not about to break. After a minute, she let out the soft breath. She glanced at the bed and gave it a long hard scowl, as if it were the one that had pushed her onto the floor.
As she gathered herself from the floor she kneeled next to the bed and peeked her head above it. Jack Sparrow was sprawled out, stomach down, with his face turned towards Anamaria. He had his mouth open like he was waiting to collect something in it. "Probably rum," she snorted.
Jack was breathing in and out slowly and evenly, a sure sign that he was somewhere off in his dreams. Sighing, Anamaria climbed into the bed quietly, trying her best not to disturb him.
She glanced around the shabby room that she guessed was part of an inn. There was all but 2 pieces of furniture in the whole room. The bed that she lay on next to Jack, and a small dresser that seemed to be missing every drawer. On top of the dresser, there was a sad looking candle, which looked to only be able to last all of 5 minutes.
Next to the candle, Anamaria saw Jack's hat and his bandanna that he usually wore around his head. It wasn't how she remembered it. The color was now a brilliant red, and not the worn out rusty red. As Anamaria peered at it from across the room, she realized it was blood.
All the events of the past days came rushing back to her at once. The morning, Jack walking in on her while she still had her shirt off. The afternoon, the joke she played on Jack that caused him to throw her off the Black Pearl. And then last night, before she blacked out, when the huge man's nasty hands were around her neck gripping it tighter with every second.
Anamaria shivered, then stopped it immediately as it had come. She didn't want to appear weak before Jack, even if he was still sleeping. Although she realized that she wouldn't be here if Jack hadn't found her last night.
She hated that he must have found her lying there in a dark alley like some helpless wench of Tortuga. She hated that he must have had to carry her into this hole in the wall. She hated that he had to clean her up with his bandanna, and wrap her head like some patient. But most of all she hated that she kept wishing she had been awake so that she could have felt his hands, every time he touched her.
Anamaria glanced over her shoulder at Jack who had shifted so now his hair, no longer held back by the bandanna, was covering his closed eyes. Not thinking, she leaned over and brushed the strands from his face, smiling slightly at his peaceful look.
"Thanks luv, I would have had a hard time of it by myself, I think my arm is asleep." Jack grinned, his eyes still closed.
Anamaria nearly fell off the bed again, but was caught when Jack's arm wrapped itself around her. He smirked at the obvious position they were in.
His arm was tightly secured around her waist, his other arm holding himself up on the bed. He was grinning like an idiot as he glanced down at their legs. Anamaria, in the midst falling had instinctively wrapped her legs around the closest non-moving object, which happened to be Jack's legs.
She blushed, hoping Jack couldn't tell with her dark skin. Wanting to get out of this way to comfortable position she said the first thing that came to mind, "I thought your arm was asleep?"
Jack stopped smiling for a moment, "Oh yeah..." He grinned and let go.
Anamaria went tumbling off the side of the bed, and hit the floor with a loud crack. She never came up again because the floor gave out and she felt herself falling downward amongst the various wood pieces that were supposed to have held her up.
She landed on the floor under them, right on top of the bed. Stunned Anamaria glanced up in time to see Jack's very confused face peering over the edge of the bed. He looked worried at first, but when he saw the flustered Anamaria staring up at him from the lower floor, he started to laugh. Anamaria showed him a not so polite gesture with her hand.
"Umm... excuse me," Anamaria turned to see a young lady leaning against a dresser in the corner of the new room. "May I ask what in the hell is going on?"
"Sorry to drop in on you like this," Anamaria stuttered. "I should probably just pick this up and... don't worry I'll be gone in a second." Jack's snort was heard from above as Anamaria turned on the bed into a kneeling position and started to pick up the broken wood shards around her.
Her eyes darted up when she heard Jack's mirthless laughter stop. Another loud audible crack was heard from above and the floor around Jack's bed gave way and it came crashing down.
Anamaria had only seconds to roll off the side of the bed as the other bed, Jack along with it, came down hard on top. The lady in the corner screamed and Jack commented, "Well that sure gives you a rush."
He stood at the same time Anamaria picked herself up off the ground there eyes meeting for a moment, before her hand came flying at his face. His head snapped backwards, and he slowly raised his hand to clutch his red cheek.
Anamaria had already turned away and was trying to calm the girl who was still staring at the ceiling, or what was left of it, like there something else might come tumbling down. Anamaria told her nothing else would fall because there was only one other piece of furniture in the room anyways.
Loud footsteps were heard above their heads, and someone shouted, "What the bloody hell happened here?" A head peeked over the side of the massive whole in the bedroom that Jack and Anamaria had currently been occupying. "You three, don't even think about moving. Whoever did this damage is gonna pay!"
Jack answered back "Course not mate, we'll stay right where we are." He smiled at the man as his head disappeared from the hole in the ceiling again. "Come on luv, time to go." He looked at Anamaria.
"But didn't you just tell him you were going to stay?" The girl questioned.
"Luv, don't believe what you hear from Captain Jack Sparrow." Anamaria rolled her eyes at his wild gesture to himself.
"I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow, but I don't know who you are." The girl stared at him. Anamaria sighed, this was not going to go over well with Jack
"What? Me... you don't know me?" Jack was so amazed, it seemed, his gestures had stopped.
The girl shook her head, "I'm sor..." The door handle rattled as the man from above moments ago, was know trying to get into the room.
"Open this door right now!" He demanded.
Jack glanced around, momentarily forgetting his upset at someone not knowing his name. He beckoned to Anamaria to follow him to the window across from the door, which was now being viciously kicked by the man so eager to get in.
Jack opened the window and looked out, after the fall through the ceiling they were now on the ground floor, and the window was only three feet from the ground.
He turned around grabbed Anamaria's hand and shoved her towards the window. She made a small humph noise as he forced her to climb out. Relieved, that she was now on ground that was sure not to break, Anamaria turned around to help Jack, who already had one foot out the window.
As he made it to the ground Jack watched the girl they had so conveniently dropped in on make her way towards the window. "What do you think you are doing?" Jack asked.
"I'm coming, of course. I'm not going to pay for the damage you did." The girl stated.
Jack figured it was a good enough reason, so he helped her climb out the rest of the way, and the three made their way onto the streets of Tortuga.
"Don't you have somewhere to go, girl?" Anamaria questioned coldly.
"No, and my name is Delana White, not girl." She answered back, just as coldly.
"Nice to meet you Del, I may call you Del? The names Jack, but you already know that don't you?" Jack sweetly, making Anamaria sick to her stomach. "Oh, and the charming lady to my right in Anamaria."
"It's nice to meet you Jack... and Anamaria" Del added as an afterthought.
Anamaria didn't like this girl at all, she was too pretty, she was way too polite, and she had too much of Jack's attention. Not that Anamaria cared. "Jack? Where's the Pearl?" Anamaria asked.
"It is in the harbor, of course, luv." Jack answered distractedly as he smiled charmingly at Del. "Would you like to see the boat, Del? It is very lovely." Jack kept on smiling.
"Oh that would be wonderful Jack," She said in a honey sweet voice that made Anamaria scowl harder than ever before.
The tree kept walking, Del staring at Jack, Jack staring at Del, and Anamaria scowling at the ground ahead of her. When the Black Pearl came into view from around a corner in the harbor. Jack stopped and turned around looking at the way they had come.
"What are you bloody doing? The boat is the other way, are you lost?" Anamaria asked sarcastically, her mood had become very sour.
Jack sighed "Oh no..."
"What?" Del sounded worried.
"I left my hat."
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Amber Myst: You are a lifesaver, or a story saver, well you know what I mean. Thanks for the input especially! Glad you think my story is interesting. I hope you liked this Chapter.
Hollaiuar: Look your mentioned again!! Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have made my adding chapter life easier. And a Happy St Patrick's Day to you too.
Kungfuchick: Glad you like my fanfic. Jack wasn't much of a knight to Ana in this chapter though. And don't worry I update as soon a possible... usually. (
Hmm... I kind of changed the story up again. If you don't like it tell me, but something needed to happen, and Del sounded like a good way to put some dialogue in this chapter. Anyways, tell me if you like the addition of Del or not, I think I'm gonna keep her though. Thank you again my cool reviewers. By the way it is gonna take a bit to get the next chapter out, I have a tourney Thur, Fri, and Sat, so count on chap 4 coming on Sun. Sorry!!! Thanks for reading!!! -Rachel
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
Enjoy
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Taking Your Chances
Falling and Staring
Anamaria's eyes fluttered, as she moaned and rolled onto her right side. She felt stiff all over, and her head was pounding like the rolling drums before some pirate loses their life to the noose.
Moaning again, Anamaria opened her eyes, waiting a moment for any blurred objects to come into focus. The only thing she saw was white, not a clean white, but a dirty stained white. She reached up to her head, and realized someone had wrapped a dirty white cloth around her head, and over her chocolate eyes.
She pushed it out of the way to see what any woman would have squealed with delight to gaze upon. Not Anamaria though, in fact she tried to flip over onto her other side so fast, she went flying off the end of the bed. She flopped on the floor with a loud bump, and the wood underneath her gave a loud creak.
Anamaria held her breath hoping that the floor was just old and not about to break. After a minute, she let out the soft breath. She glanced at the bed and gave it a long hard scowl, as if it were the one that had pushed her onto the floor.
As she gathered herself from the floor she kneeled next to the bed and peeked her head above it. Jack Sparrow was sprawled out, stomach down, with his face turned towards Anamaria. He had his mouth open like he was waiting to collect something in it. "Probably rum," she snorted.
Jack was breathing in and out slowly and evenly, a sure sign that he was somewhere off in his dreams. Sighing, Anamaria climbed into the bed quietly, trying her best not to disturb him.
She glanced around the shabby room that she guessed was part of an inn. There was all but 2 pieces of furniture in the whole room. The bed that she lay on next to Jack, and a small dresser that seemed to be missing every drawer. On top of the dresser, there was a sad looking candle, which looked to only be able to last all of 5 minutes.
Next to the candle, Anamaria saw Jack's hat and his bandanna that he usually wore around his head. It wasn't how she remembered it. The color was now a brilliant red, and not the worn out rusty red. As Anamaria peered at it from across the room, she realized it was blood.
All the events of the past days came rushing back to her at once. The morning, Jack walking in on her while she still had her shirt off. The afternoon, the joke she played on Jack that caused him to throw her off the Black Pearl. And then last night, before she blacked out, when the huge man's nasty hands were around her neck gripping it tighter with every second.
Anamaria shivered, then stopped it immediately as it had come. She didn't want to appear weak before Jack, even if he was still sleeping. Although she realized that she wouldn't be here if Jack hadn't found her last night.
She hated that he must have found her lying there in a dark alley like some helpless wench of Tortuga. She hated that he must have had to carry her into this hole in the wall. She hated that he had to clean her up with his bandanna, and wrap her head like some patient. But most of all she hated that she kept wishing she had been awake so that she could have felt his hands, every time he touched her.
Anamaria glanced over her shoulder at Jack who had shifted so now his hair, no longer held back by the bandanna, was covering his closed eyes. Not thinking, she leaned over and brushed the strands from his face, smiling slightly at his peaceful look.
"Thanks luv, I would have had a hard time of it by myself, I think my arm is asleep." Jack grinned, his eyes still closed.
Anamaria nearly fell off the bed again, but was caught when Jack's arm wrapped itself around her. He smirked at the obvious position they were in.
His arm was tightly secured around her waist, his other arm holding himself up on the bed. He was grinning like an idiot as he glanced down at their legs. Anamaria, in the midst falling had instinctively wrapped her legs around the closest non-moving object, which happened to be Jack's legs.
She blushed, hoping Jack couldn't tell with her dark skin. Wanting to get out of this way to comfortable position she said the first thing that came to mind, "I thought your arm was asleep?"
Jack stopped smiling for a moment, "Oh yeah..." He grinned and let go.
Anamaria went tumbling off the side of the bed, and hit the floor with a loud crack. She never came up again because the floor gave out and she felt herself falling downward amongst the various wood pieces that were supposed to have held her up.
She landed on the floor under them, right on top of the bed. Stunned Anamaria glanced up in time to see Jack's very confused face peering over the edge of the bed. He looked worried at first, but when he saw the flustered Anamaria staring up at him from the lower floor, he started to laugh. Anamaria showed him a not so polite gesture with her hand.
"Umm... excuse me," Anamaria turned to see a young lady leaning against a dresser in the corner of the new room. "May I ask what in the hell is going on?"
"Sorry to drop in on you like this," Anamaria stuttered. "I should probably just pick this up and... don't worry I'll be gone in a second." Jack's snort was heard from above as Anamaria turned on the bed into a kneeling position and started to pick up the broken wood shards around her.
Her eyes darted up when she heard Jack's mirthless laughter stop. Another loud audible crack was heard from above and the floor around Jack's bed gave way and it came crashing down.
Anamaria had only seconds to roll off the side of the bed as the other bed, Jack along with it, came down hard on top. The lady in the corner screamed and Jack commented, "Well that sure gives you a rush."
He stood at the same time Anamaria picked herself up off the ground there eyes meeting for a moment, before her hand came flying at his face. His head snapped backwards, and he slowly raised his hand to clutch his red cheek.
Anamaria had already turned away and was trying to calm the girl who was still staring at the ceiling, or what was left of it, like there something else might come tumbling down. Anamaria told her nothing else would fall because there was only one other piece of furniture in the room anyways.
Loud footsteps were heard above their heads, and someone shouted, "What the bloody hell happened here?" A head peeked over the side of the massive whole in the bedroom that Jack and Anamaria had currently been occupying. "You three, don't even think about moving. Whoever did this damage is gonna pay!"
Jack answered back "Course not mate, we'll stay right where we are." He smiled at the man as his head disappeared from the hole in the ceiling again. "Come on luv, time to go." He looked at Anamaria.
"But didn't you just tell him you were going to stay?" The girl questioned.
"Luv, don't believe what you hear from Captain Jack Sparrow." Anamaria rolled her eyes at his wild gesture to himself.
"I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow, but I don't know who you are." The girl stared at him. Anamaria sighed, this was not going to go over well with Jack
"What? Me... you don't know me?" Jack was so amazed, it seemed, his gestures had stopped.
The girl shook her head, "I'm sor..." The door handle rattled as the man from above moments ago, was know trying to get into the room.
"Open this door right now!" He demanded.
Jack glanced around, momentarily forgetting his upset at someone not knowing his name. He beckoned to Anamaria to follow him to the window across from the door, which was now being viciously kicked by the man so eager to get in.
Jack opened the window and looked out, after the fall through the ceiling they were now on the ground floor, and the window was only three feet from the ground.
He turned around grabbed Anamaria's hand and shoved her towards the window. She made a small humph noise as he forced her to climb out. Relieved, that she was now on ground that was sure not to break, Anamaria turned around to help Jack, who already had one foot out the window.
As he made it to the ground Jack watched the girl they had so conveniently dropped in on make her way towards the window. "What do you think you are doing?" Jack asked.
"I'm coming, of course. I'm not going to pay for the damage you did." The girl stated.
Jack figured it was a good enough reason, so he helped her climb out the rest of the way, and the three made their way onto the streets of Tortuga.
"Don't you have somewhere to go, girl?" Anamaria questioned coldly.
"No, and my name is Delana White, not girl." She answered back, just as coldly.
"Nice to meet you Del, I may call you Del? The names Jack, but you already know that don't you?" Jack sweetly, making Anamaria sick to her stomach. "Oh, and the charming lady to my right in Anamaria."
"It's nice to meet you Jack... and Anamaria" Del added as an afterthought.
Anamaria didn't like this girl at all, she was too pretty, she was way too polite, and she had too much of Jack's attention. Not that Anamaria cared. "Jack? Where's the Pearl?" Anamaria asked.
"It is in the harbor, of course, luv." Jack answered distractedly as he smiled charmingly at Del. "Would you like to see the boat, Del? It is very lovely." Jack kept on smiling.
"Oh that would be wonderful Jack," She said in a honey sweet voice that made Anamaria scowl harder than ever before.
The tree kept walking, Del staring at Jack, Jack staring at Del, and Anamaria scowling at the ground ahead of her. When the Black Pearl came into view from around a corner in the harbor. Jack stopped and turned around looking at the way they had come.
"What are you bloody doing? The boat is the other way, are you lost?" Anamaria asked sarcastically, her mood had become very sour.
Jack sighed "Oh no..."
"What?" Del sounded worried.
"I left my hat."
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Amber Myst: You are a lifesaver, or a story saver, well you know what I mean. Thanks for the input especially! Glad you think my story is interesting. I hope you liked this Chapter.
Hollaiuar: Look your mentioned again!! Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have made my adding chapter life easier. And a Happy St Patrick's Day to you too.
Kungfuchick: Glad you like my fanfic. Jack wasn't much of a knight to Ana in this chapter though. And don't worry I update as soon a possible... usually. (
Hmm... I kind of changed the story up again. If you don't like it tell me, but something needed to happen, and Del sounded like a good way to put some dialogue in this chapter. Anyways, tell me if you like the addition of Del or not, I think I'm gonna keep her though. Thank you again my cool reviewers. By the way it is gonna take a bit to get the next chapter out, I have a tourney Thur, Fri, and Sat, so count on chap 4 coming on Sun. Sorry!!! Thanks for reading!!! -Rachel