Thanks! My cool reviewers, and anyone else who wants to read and maybe
become a cool reviewer too, here is another Chapter. I hope it is just as
long as the last... I'm really trying here, give me a break! lol
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
Thinking and Shooting
Jack stood behind the wheel, staring into the distant sunrise. He had been up all night in the same position, one hand strategically steering the Pearl, and the other twisting his braided beard one way and then the other.
Jack didn't have the slightest clue as to where they were going, he just knew he was keeping his distance form any ports. Since the day he had found Anamaria and Del in his cabin, he was dreading bringing the Pearl into any harbor because he didn't know how to say goodbye to Anamaria. He didn't want to say goodbye to Anamaria.
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At the same time Anamaria was watching the sunrise through the porthole in the brig. She hadn't been put there, but it was the only place she thought that Jack wouldn't normally come, considering that bitch was still in her cabin. Avoiding Jack had been hard over the past days, fortunately the Captain of the Black Pearl never checked his brig when no one had been taken aboard as prisoners.
Anamaria's stomach growled loudly reminding her how living off hard-tack bread for three days was not very healthy, nor filling. Almost as if he'd been called, Gibbs, with an armful of the nasty bread, tromped down the stairs.
"You think you could be an louder, Mr. Gibbs?" Anamaria glowered at him from the stool that she was leaning on.
"Now there isn't no reason to be all sassy. I brought you more food, so you should be thankful." Gibbs retorted back as he dumped the bread on the dirty floor at her feet.
"Oh yes, thank you for the large variety, I just don't know what to pick to eat first!" Anamaria answered back sarcastically, moving her eyes from the bread to Gibbs again.
Gibbs was the only one who knew she was down here, and he had been a little less than willing to bring her food. But she had forced him to with a little creative bad luck charm; she knew he believed in all that superstitious stuff.
"Look missy, I'm doing you a favor. I don't know why you're so afraid of Jack, anyways." Gibbs knew he'd hit one of Anamaria's danger zones with that comment.
Anamaria picked up the largest piece of rock hard bread and chunked it at his head. It missed by a few mere inches, and Gibbs fled the brig, tripping his way up the stairs.
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Jack was still staring into the horizon, when Gibbs caught his attention. His eyes shifted to Gibbs as he stumbled out of the below decks, looking as if he had just come out of a narrowly close escape. Only one person could make Gibbs run that fast, Jack knew, Anamaria. He hadn't seen her since the time he had screamed at her to get out. At first he had been fearful she had jumped overboard, but his suspicions had been laid to rest when Gibbs told him she was hiding away in the brig.
Jack sighed, thinking of that night that had lost something so important. "Not yet," Jack whispered. He still had time to talk with her, ask her why she had done that to Del. Jack shook his head because he knew he would be overcome with guilt to even look her in the eye. He had betrayed his most trusted friend (with good reason it seemed), but he could feel that something wasn't right in his gut.
With another long heave, Jack lapsed back into his mode of staring into the now rising sun above the horizon line. Not looking, not speaking, not thinking was the best idea for him right now.
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Delana White stood in the middle of the large cabin room surrounded by maps and more maps. She had built up the courage again to sneak back into Jack's room for the first time. As Del once again rustled through the maps, she growled low in her throat.
"Where the hell would you keep it?" She was looking for Isla de Muerta coordinates that her master told her would be on the Pearl somewhere. It didn't help her searching, that Jack seemed to be the biggest pack rat in the Caribbean. He had maps from Black Beard and Calico Jack, years before his time. How he got those maps Del couldn't even guess.
Although she was knew it wasn't going to make her master very happy if she gave away her real meaning for being on the Pearl, she might have to. In order to find the coordinates in time for the... well in time for whatever he was planning on doing.
Del checked over her shoulder one more time for any sign of a secret location it could be hidden in. Finding no implication of said spot, she turned and made her way out of the room and directly into hers... Anamaria's room. Closing the door tightly and shoving a chair under the knob to make sure no one would surprise her. She plopped herself onto the uncomfortable bed in the corner, placed her chin in her hand and sat thinking of her plan.
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Anamaria was angry to put it simply, what Gibbs had asked had sent her mind reeling into a world of thoughts. 'Why are you avoiding him, are you really that scared of him?'
"Of course not," Sure he was a little frightening when he yelled in her face that she didn't deserve a life on the Pearl. But Anamaria was not afraid of Jack. 'Well then why are you hiding under his feet like a little frightened girl?' "I'm not! I...I... I'll show you. Watch me right now! I'll march right up these stairs, stare him straight in the eyes and tell him to take what he said to me back. Then I'll demand he listen to my story and when he realizes I was just trying to protect him and asks me to stay on the Pearl, I'll deny him. Tell him it isn't worth anything for me to stay aboard and when we reach the port, I'll march right off and never look back." Anamaria finished a bit breathless.
As she stood half-heartedly to finish this once and for all she heard a small giggle from the part of the room hidden away from the sunlight. Del, having made her presence known, stepped from the shadow into the clear view. She had a random pistol in her right hand hanging loosely.
"Come to laugh in my face, have yah?" Anamaria snarled nastily at her.
"No, no. I've come to shut you up." Del pointed her gun right between Anamaria's eyes. "But first I need you for a small favor. Then I promise I'll keep my word, and keep you silent for good." She smiled wickedly and shoved Anamaria towards the stairs that she hadn't climbed in about three days now.
When they reached the top and stepped into the blinding sun, Anamaria closed her eyes tightly, shying away from it. Del grinded the gun farther into Anamaria's back, making her eyes snap back open. They made their way towards Jack who was staring seemingly at nothing at all.
"Call to him," Del whispered in Anamaria's ear. "Make him come down here, so I can grab the compass from him. If you even make a funny look bitch, you're dead! Don't try to warn him of me at all." With that she stepped into a small under hang of the stairs of the wheel deck. Keeping the gun trained on Anamaria from under the stairs she motioned with her other hand.
Anamaria swallowed, not at having a gun pointed up at her, but at the sheer fact that she would have to come face to face with Jack. "Mr. Sparrow." Anamaria called, using the formality to try and warn him without giving it away to Del.
Jack snapped at the sound of Anamaria's voice so close to him. She was standing on the stairs to the wheel deck, where he stood rooted to his spot. He gave her a confused stare, never expecting Anamaria to be bold enough to address him as Mr. Sparrow, when she knew how much he hated it. Then again, she was probably rather upset with him at the moment. He tried to play it off as if he barely noticed her.
"What is it Ms. Maria?" He answered in a gruff tone.
Anamaria trembled inside knowing she probably had lost the only chance of saving her own skin. "I...I need to talk with yah, down here, Cap'n" She turned on her heel and glided down the stairs as smoothly as her shaky legs would.
Jack, even more confused, motioned to Cotton to take the wheel and followed Anamaria down the stairs to the deck, his back facing Del, still hidden in the shadows beneath the stairs.
"What is it?" Jack asked, although he was quite sure he already knew.
Anamaria looked at him for a second, but her eyes moved instead to glance over his right shoulder. Jack was about to turn when a blur of colors ran by him and he felt something quickly pull on his makeshift belt. Before he had time to react Del stood off to the left of him, his compass in her hand and a gun pointed at his heart in her other. She grinned at her prize before looking back up at Jack and Anamaria. Jack looked thoroughly confused and Anamaria was scowling deeply at Del. The crew had stopped their jobs and now looked warily at the scene.
"Don't any of you gentleman think about drawing a weapon, or your precious Captain is dead. Drop your weapons onto the deck now!" All the weapons dropped immediately. "You also Jack... Anamaria." Jack and Anamaria relentlessly threw their swords and pistols away. "Thank you, and thank you Jack, for being such a easy pirate to manipulate. Oh, and don't worry, all will be explained to you in good time. But you must feel awfully bad about believing me, and not even listening to poor Anamaria, who by the way, wasn't lying. I'm so glad that you picked to listen to me instead!" She laughed shrilly and waited for Jack's reaction.
"You... you..." Before he could finish Anamaria snorted almost forgotten in the conversation at hand.
"What?" Del asked frustrated that her moment of pleasure had been interrupted.
"What were you expecting Del?" Anamaria laughed. "Jack would believe any whore at that time of night, no matter what she said."
Jack choked, and Del spun towards Anamaria shoving the gun under her nose. "How dare you call me a whore!?" She screamed.
Coming to his senses Jack realized that the pistol was away from him and he took the moment to kick the compass from Del's other hand. It flew up and Del shrieked as it landed, sinking into the Caribbean waters.
Del whipped the gun around, trained on Jack again. She calmed down a bit more before she stated, "It doesn't matter, they say the island can be found by those who already know where it is, right? You've been there so you know where it is." She pointed a finger at Jack.
"What makes you think I'll tell you?" Jack asked sharply
"I can be very convincing, Sparrow." She said slyly as she turned the gun back towards Anamaria's head keeping her eyes on Jack.
"I will give you to the count of ten. Then again, you probably can't count that high so how about three?" She smirked and her finger tightened on the trigger. "One..."
Jack glanced around at his crew, who seemed almost as helpless as himself. Without his sword or gun he couldn't fight, not against a pistol anyways.
"Two..."
"Alright! I'll tell you." Jack decided to save Anamaria's life.
"Oops too late. Three!" Del's finger tightened all the way on the pistol, Anamaria squeezed her eyes together, waiting.
Jack saw all of it happen in a split second, he heard the pistol go off and shoved Anamaria out of the way, hoping he was in time.
Another shot was heard only moments later.
All time seemed to stop... before two bodies fell to the deck, their blood colliding like a crimson tide.
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****************** EEEEE! Cliffy...no? Sorry it took me forever to update, but I have so much to do. Softball takes up my whole life! *tear* but I love it! Anyways thank you to my cool reviewers again. And to the new review people, welcome to the club of my cool reviewers! Please feel free to review again. (
Hollaiuar: I hoped you liked it again. I think you are my coolest reviewer- (a very big accomplishment, ya know?) Sorry for that long update time, but I hope you liked this chapter and the evil little cliffy!
Flare Conlon: Did Ana save Jack form the eeevil harpie? You shall have to wait to find out for my next update for MORE. Please review again!
The Lady Elessar(): (See my name, a girl has got to have a little lovin' but an attitude in order to kick anyone's arse) Glad you love the story and thank you for reviewing and becoming a cool reviewer.
Kungfuchick: Jack was a jerk, huh? I don't think he was much better in this one either, until the end maybe... Glad you enjoy my story oh so much (I sure enjoy yours) Thanks for the reviews!
Noemy009: Thank you, thank you, thank you! French, hmm? Cool, my friend takes French, the language of love, right? Perfect for a Jack and Ana story, maybe I can use your help on a story in the distant future... *ideas popping into my head* Anyways thank you for the review!
Stephanie(): Please don't hate Jack or me! You can hate Del though. I will admit I'm a bit evil...(cliffy) but I promise to update as soon as possible, okay?
Amber Myst: I'm gonna get scorned for this cliffy too huh.... Apologies already, mate! Thanks for the reviews though, please keep them up. They are very helpful!
Charley: 'A bloody goddess' you say, I think that does have a ring to it...hmmm? Well I may be a star to you but you're a cool reviewer to me. Thank you so much for the review and for making me 'a bloody goddess'!
Cya later doves... I promise to update the first chance I get, which could (if I'm lucky) be tomorrow. How's that? I'll try really hard. Thanks for reading though and please review for me! Ta... -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
Thinking and Shooting
Jack stood behind the wheel, staring into the distant sunrise. He had been up all night in the same position, one hand strategically steering the Pearl, and the other twisting his braided beard one way and then the other.
Jack didn't have the slightest clue as to where they were going, he just knew he was keeping his distance form any ports. Since the day he had found Anamaria and Del in his cabin, he was dreading bringing the Pearl into any harbor because he didn't know how to say goodbye to Anamaria. He didn't want to say goodbye to Anamaria.
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At the same time Anamaria was watching the sunrise through the porthole in the brig. She hadn't been put there, but it was the only place she thought that Jack wouldn't normally come, considering that bitch was still in her cabin. Avoiding Jack had been hard over the past days, fortunately the Captain of the Black Pearl never checked his brig when no one had been taken aboard as prisoners.
Anamaria's stomach growled loudly reminding her how living off hard-tack bread for three days was not very healthy, nor filling. Almost as if he'd been called, Gibbs, with an armful of the nasty bread, tromped down the stairs.
"You think you could be an louder, Mr. Gibbs?" Anamaria glowered at him from the stool that she was leaning on.
"Now there isn't no reason to be all sassy. I brought you more food, so you should be thankful." Gibbs retorted back as he dumped the bread on the dirty floor at her feet.
"Oh yes, thank you for the large variety, I just don't know what to pick to eat first!" Anamaria answered back sarcastically, moving her eyes from the bread to Gibbs again.
Gibbs was the only one who knew she was down here, and he had been a little less than willing to bring her food. But she had forced him to with a little creative bad luck charm; she knew he believed in all that superstitious stuff.
"Look missy, I'm doing you a favor. I don't know why you're so afraid of Jack, anyways." Gibbs knew he'd hit one of Anamaria's danger zones with that comment.
Anamaria picked up the largest piece of rock hard bread and chunked it at his head. It missed by a few mere inches, and Gibbs fled the brig, tripping his way up the stairs.
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Jack was still staring into the horizon, when Gibbs caught his attention. His eyes shifted to Gibbs as he stumbled out of the below decks, looking as if he had just come out of a narrowly close escape. Only one person could make Gibbs run that fast, Jack knew, Anamaria. He hadn't seen her since the time he had screamed at her to get out. At first he had been fearful she had jumped overboard, but his suspicions had been laid to rest when Gibbs told him she was hiding away in the brig.
Jack sighed, thinking of that night that had lost something so important. "Not yet," Jack whispered. He still had time to talk with her, ask her why she had done that to Del. Jack shook his head because he knew he would be overcome with guilt to even look her in the eye. He had betrayed his most trusted friend (with good reason it seemed), but he could feel that something wasn't right in his gut.
With another long heave, Jack lapsed back into his mode of staring into the now rising sun above the horizon line. Not looking, not speaking, not thinking was the best idea for him right now.
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Delana White stood in the middle of the large cabin room surrounded by maps and more maps. She had built up the courage again to sneak back into Jack's room for the first time. As Del once again rustled through the maps, she growled low in her throat.
"Where the hell would you keep it?" She was looking for Isla de Muerta coordinates that her master told her would be on the Pearl somewhere. It didn't help her searching, that Jack seemed to be the biggest pack rat in the Caribbean. He had maps from Black Beard and Calico Jack, years before his time. How he got those maps Del couldn't even guess.
Although she was knew it wasn't going to make her master very happy if she gave away her real meaning for being on the Pearl, she might have to. In order to find the coordinates in time for the... well in time for whatever he was planning on doing.
Del checked over her shoulder one more time for any sign of a secret location it could be hidden in. Finding no implication of said spot, she turned and made her way out of the room and directly into hers... Anamaria's room. Closing the door tightly and shoving a chair under the knob to make sure no one would surprise her. She plopped herself onto the uncomfortable bed in the corner, placed her chin in her hand and sat thinking of her plan.
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Anamaria was angry to put it simply, what Gibbs had asked had sent her mind reeling into a world of thoughts. 'Why are you avoiding him, are you really that scared of him?'
"Of course not," Sure he was a little frightening when he yelled in her face that she didn't deserve a life on the Pearl. But Anamaria was not afraid of Jack. 'Well then why are you hiding under his feet like a little frightened girl?' "I'm not! I...I... I'll show you. Watch me right now! I'll march right up these stairs, stare him straight in the eyes and tell him to take what he said to me back. Then I'll demand he listen to my story and when he realizes I was just trying to protect him and asks me to stay on the Pearl, I'll deny him. Tell him it isn't worth anything for me to stay aboard and when we reach the port, I'll march right off and never look back." Anamaria finished a bit breathless.
As she stood half-heartedly to finish this once and for all she heard a small giggle from the part of the room hidden away from the sunlight. Del, having made her presence known, stepped from the shadow into the clear view. She had a random pistol in her right hand hanging loosely.
"Come to laugh in my face, have yah?" Anamaria snarled nastily at her.
"No, no. I've come to shut you up." Del pointed her gun right between Anamaria's eyes. "But first I need you for a small favor. Then I promise I'll keep my word, and keep you silent for good." She smiled wickedly and shoved Anamaria towards the stairs that she hadn't climbed in about three days now.
When they reached the top and stepped into the blinding sun, Anamaria closed her eyes tightly, shying away from it. Del grinded the gun farther into Anamaria's back, making her eyes snap back open. They made their way towards Jack who was staring seemingly at nothing at all.
"Call to him," Del whispered in Anamaria's ear. "Make him come down here, so I can grab the compass from him. If you even make a funny look bitch, you're dead! Don't try to warn him of me at all." With that she stepped into a small under hang of the stairs of the wheel deck. Keeping the gun trained on Anamaria from under the stairs she motioned with her other hand.
Anamaria swallowed, not at having a gun pointed up at her, but at the sheer fact that she would have to come face to face with Jack. "Mr. Sparrow." Anamaria called, using the formality to try and warn him without giving it away to Del.
Jack snapped at the sound of Anamaria's voice so close to him. She was standing on the stairs to the wheel deck, where he stood rooted to his spot. He gave her a confused stare, never expecting Anamaria to be bold enough to address him as Mr. Sparrow, when she knew how much he hated it. Then again, she was probably rather upset with him at the moment. He tried to play it off as if he barely noticed her.
"What is it Ms. Maria?" He answered in a gruff tone.
Anamaria trembled inside knowing she probably had lost the only chance of saving her own skin. "I...I need to talk with yah, down here, Cap'n" She turned on her heel and glided down the stairs as smoothly as her shaky legs would.
Jack, even more confused, motioned to Cotton to take the wheel and followed Anamaria down the stairs to the deck, his back facing Del, still hidden in the shadows beneath the stairs.
"What is it?" Jack asked, although he was quite sure he already knew.
Anamaria looked at him for a second, but her eyes moved instead to glance over his right shoulder. Jack was about to turn when a blur of colors ran by him and he felt something quickly pull on his makeshift belt. Before he had time to react Del stood off to the left of him, his compass in her hand and a gun pointed at his heart in her other. She grinned at her prize before looking back up at Jack and Anamaria. Jack looked thoroughly confused and Anamaria was scowling deeply at Del. The crew had stopped their jobs and now looked warily at the scene.
"Don't any of you gentleman think about drawing a weapon, or your precious Captain is dead. Drop your weapons onto the deck now!" All the weapons dropped immediately. "You also Jack... Anamaria." Jack and Anamaria relentlessly threw their swords and pistols away. "Thank you, and thank you Jack, for being such a easy pirate to manipulate. Oh, and don't worry, all will be explained to you in good time. But you must feel awfully bad about believing me, and not even listening to poor Anamaria, who by the way, wasn't lying. I'm so glad that you picked to listen to me instead!" She laughed shrilly and waited for Jack's reaction.
"You... you..." Before he could finish Anamaria snorted almost forgotten in the conversation at hand.
"What?" Del asked frustrated that her moment of pleasure had been interrupted.
"What were you expecting Del?" Anamaria laughed. "Jack would believe any whore at that time of night, no matter what she said."
Jack choked, and Del spun towards Anamaria shoving the gun under her nose. "How dare you call me a whore!?" She screamed.
Coming to his senses Jack realized that the pistol was away from him and he took the moment to kick the compass from Del's other hand. It flew up and Del shrieked as it landed, sinking into the Caribbean waters.
Del whipped the gun around, trained on Jack again. She calmed down a bit more before she stated, "It doesn't matter, they say the island can be found by those who already know where it is, right? You've been there so you know where it is." She pointed a finger at Jack.
"What makes you think I'll tell you?" Jack asked sharply
"I can be very convincing, Sparrow." She said slyly as she turned the gun back towards Anamaria's head keeping her eyes on Jack.
"I will give you to the count of ten. Then again, you probably can't count that high so how about three?" She smirked and her finger tightened on the trigger. "One..."
Jack glanced around at his crew, who seemed almost as helpless as himself. Without his sword or gun he couldn't fight, not against a pistol anyways.
"Two..."
"Alright! I'll tell you." Jack decided to save Anamaria's life.
"Oops too late. Three!" Del's finger tightened all the way on the pistol, Anamaria squeezed her eyes together, waiting.
Jack saw all of it happen in a split second, he heard the pistol go off and shoved Anamaria out of the way, hoping he was in time.
Another shot was heard only moments later.
All time seemed to stop... before two bodies fell to the deck, their blood colliding like a crimson tide.
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****************** EEEEE! Cliffy...no? Sorry it took me forever to update, but I have so much to do. Softball takes up my whole life! *tear* but I love it! Anyways thank you to my cool reviewers again. And to the new review people, welcome to the club of my cool reviewers! Please feel free to review again. (
Hollaiuar: I hoped you liked it again. I think you are my coolest reviewer- (a very big accomplishment, ya know?) Sorry for that long update time, but I hope you liked this chapter and the evil little cliffy!
Flare Conlon: Did Ana save Jack form the eeevil harpie? You shall have to wait to find out for my next update for MORE. Please review again!
The Lady Elessar(): (See my name, a girl has got to have a little lovin' but an attitude in order to kick anyone's arse) Glad you love the story and thank you for reviewing and becoming a cool reviewer.
Kungfuchick: Jack was a jerk, huh? I don't think he was much better in this one either, until the end maybe... Glad you enjoy my story oh so much (I sure enjoy yours) Thanks for the reviews!
Noemy009: Thank you, thank you, thank you! French, hmm? Cool, my friend takes French, the language of love, right? Perfect for a Jack and Ana story, maybe I can use your help on a story in the distant future... *ideas popping into my head* Anyways thank you for the review!
Stephanie(): Please don't hate Jack or me! You can hate Del though. I will admit I'm a bit evil...(cliffy) but I promise to update as soon as possible, okay?
Amber Myst: I'm gonna get scorned for this cliffy too huh.... Apologies already, mate! Thanks for the reviews though, please keep them up. They are very helpful!
Charley: 'A bloody goddess' you say, I think that does have a ring to it...hmmm? Well I may be a star to you but you're a cool reviewer to me. Thank you so much for the review and for making me 'a bloody goddess'!
Cya later doves... I promise to update the first chance I get, which could (if I'm lucky) be tomorrow. How's that? I'll try really hard. Thanks for reading though and please review for me! Ta... -Rachel