All right! Another chapter up! Have fun reading. This one is pretty
serious. Not too may funnies, but I promise, I'll put a few in the next
chappy, maybe. Lol. Thanks to my reviewers!
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
Contemplating and Believing
The Captain of the Betrayal stood behind the wheel, his hand casually draped across it. He wasn't steering, but thinking of his next move on the board they called the Caribbean.
Staring intently into the setting sun, he was anxious to speak with his captives. The captain knew in his heart, and in the eyes of revenge, Jack deserved whatever was coming to him, although he hardly believed Jack did.
No doubt Jack wouldn't be able to handle easily. No doubt he would use all of his sarcastic comments. And no doubt he would try every one of his sly little tricks to maneuver out of his current position. That however, was where the new girl came in.
How far would Jack go for this pirate wench? It seemed that on the Black Pearl, he'd been ready to die for her, but was it just an act in front of his crew? The captain needed more reassurance before he used Sparrow in the way he wanted to.
A thought provoked him suddenly to think back of the time, a few years ago, when he heard the news of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow and his finding Isla de Muerta. Smirking he remembered the most important and shocking factor of that story, the one Jack traveled with in order to rescue the one he loved. Obviously Sparrow had been willing to die for them, to chase after such a foe as the late Captain Barbossa. Maybe those two, might just be the kind of bribe the captain of the Betrayal needed to set his plan into action.
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Anamaria shifted slightly from her spot on the floor near the wall where she'd been thrown, still unconscious. Jack, trying to ignore the immense pain of the bullet n his leg watched carefully, slowly taking in each part of her. Her feet curled within her large obnoxious black boots. Her legs twisted beneath her, 'rather sexily', grinned Jack. Her bu... stomach, slightly visible since her shirt was raised above her bellybutton. Her shoulders, curved roundly like a woman's should be. Her hair, sprawled out gracefully across the tar-swabbed deck. Her lips, luscious and full, and finally her eyes a dark mousse brown, with black flecks jumbled about.
'Wait a second, her eyes?'
Anamaria was staring back at Jack tickled, that he seemed a bit flustered now that he'd been caught peeking. While Jack, a bloody mess, composed himself, Anamaria sat up right as her eyes checked the brig thoroughly.
"I've already looked, luv, and there ain't nothing here, side from the bars and spotless clean deck." He stated sarcastically.
"How can you stand to be so immature at such a serious time." Anamaria snapped back, not wanting to deal with Jack. Her head still ached from where the pistol butt connected with her skull.
"'S how I deal, luv. Plus I've been in tougher situations than this."
"Well I 'aven't. And I wouldn't be if you'da believed me when I told you Del was a no-good lying-whore." Anamaria turned away at the painful memory of Jack's resounding voice yelling at her.
"Look, Anamaria," Jack used her name, "you're right. I should'a listened to you."
"Don't matter none, anymore Jack. It's all over and done with, Del is dead, and I'll die for it." Anamaria spoke in monotone.
"What do you want me to say, Ana?" Jack snarled getting tired of the conversation, "That I'm sorry? I'm sorry. That I wish I could do it again? I wish I could do it again. That I never meant to hurt you? I never meant it, I swear!" Jack finished, a little out of breath.
Anamaria looked at him, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, but her face held a stern look. "No Jack Sparrow, you should know what to say." Her voice cracked.
Jack looked surprised at her answer. He had expected yelling, raving, and ranting to be thrown his way, not a few simple words.
"Captain" A voice said, as it descended form the above decks. "I believe it is Captain, right Sparrow?" Zachary Bailey captain of the Betrayal chuckled as he stepped into view of the prisoners.
"Aren't you supposed to be mourning or something?" Jack asked, ignoring the comment about his title.
"Mourning? You mean my dead parents, the ones you killed. I've mourned for them over ten years." Zachary stared attentively to see Jack's reaction.
"I meant your wife." Jack explained simply without a trace of guilt or remorse in his voice.
"I've yet to have the time to think of Delana. And you'd better be mighty glad of that, otherwise that wench of yours, Sparrow, would be hanging from the crow's nest by her neck, savvy?" Zachary snarled pointing at Anamaria.
"Savvy." Jack made up his mind immediately, to never bring up Del again.
Anamaria, however was fuming, smoke practically making its ways through the cracks of wood along the ship. "Wench? Wench? Just who the 'ell do you think you are? Calling me a wench? A wench was your wife!" Anamaria screamed clinging to the bars in front of her, turning her hands white.
Zachary moved but an inch, reached out, and smacked her hard across the face. Anamaria stumbled back as Jack limped up to the bars from his cell on the other side of the brig.
"Was that bloody necessary?" He raved into Zachary's ear, who turned around sharply to face him.
"I believe it was." He answered. "Sparrow, I have a question. What wouldn't you do for this girl?"
That was something Jack had not expected, and he truthfully had no answer for it. He had no answer, because there was none. Although, he probably would never admit it, he would do anything for her.
Hearing no answer, Zachary went on, "You don't really need to answer. I was just curious. No matter, however, if she isn't enough to get you to do what I want, I'm sure Mr. Turner will, or maybe Mrs. Turner? Hmm, Jack?"
"What did you do?" Jack's eyes grew at the sound of his old friend's named being spoken from the other captain.
"Nothing yet, but I'm planning on it, in fact, I'm counting on them. You see Sparrow, I wasn't sure whether you would give up everything for the girl, so I reinforced. As we speak, right now, we are headed towards Port Royal, the home of the Turner's, and their new child, if I'm correct." Zachary added the last part in, to keep Sparrow in line. "Of course, if you just answer my original question, a simple yes or no 'Would you do anything for this girl?', then Mr. and Mrs. Turner can be left out of this."
Jack tried to allow the words to his throat. 'All you have to do is tell him, you'd die for Ana'. The words however couldn't be forced, and he saw the look of pure sadness cross Anamaria's face.
"I'll be taking that as no. I'm very disappointed in you Jack Sparrow, but not nearly as much as the woman seems to be." With that, Zachary spun on his heel and went to steer the ship to its new destination.
Jack looked after him for several minutes, then feeling his heart dread, he turned to Anamaria not sure what to say. She sat there on the dirty floor of her cell. She looked bored and rather normal, but Jack could see the tiny etches of sadness behind her well-placed mask.
"Are you mad?" Jack wanted to claw his eyes out, at his stupid question.
"No, not if you were being truthful." Anamaria stayed staring at the deck, burning holes into it. "Were you?"
Jack thought for a moment before the answer hit him at full force. 'Of course you weren't being truthful! You would do anything for her, and yet you can't even say it out loud!' Jack thought to himself.
Aloud he answered the question in another lie. "Yes."
Anamaria looked up at him for a single moment and then her eyes were back to the floor. "I'm tired and my head hurts. I think I'll get some sleep." She scooted to the corner wall, as far from Jack as possible, and then curled into a tight ball. The real reason she wanted to get away was so that she could weep silently to herself as the day faded to night.
Jack, across the room, sighed, so angry with himself for not telling her the truth. But what was the truth? Sure he would do anything for her, but did that mean he... he loved her? He did. It was as simple as that. He loved Anamaria, a pirate woman.
The night sky appeared outside the porthole of the brig, the waves were calm and the sea was a slow lullaby. The two pirates, prisoners of the captain of the Betrayal, headed towards the town of Port Royal, each had a similar question on their minds...
'Why do I love her?' 'Why do I still love him?'
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Another chappy completed. Drinks all around! *looks around, no one else is cheering* Awww man! Maybe my reviewers will cheer? Yes?
SpecialEddie: I'm glad you like twisty turny-plots and I'm glad you like Jack Ana pairings, cause that is all I write! And of course Jack is in trouble, and he seems to be bringing everyone down with him, no? Anyways I included the Turners (will and Elizabeth)... or well they are soon to be included. Many thanks for the lengthy review, I like those. Thanks again!
Stephanie(): What can I say, but... yes of course! Keeps everyone on their toes, hmm?
Kungfuchick: No problem (about the death thing) but I cant guarantee their safety for too long now. Please don't hurt me!!
Hollaiuar: Yeah.. still my favorite, you are. No worries there mate. YES Del did die, and I don't do that whole coming back from the dead thin, so again... no worries mate. Thanks so much for liking my story. You are the best, and I will make sure to update. Cya around. Ta....
starrynight265: Hi there. Yes it seems I have included the 6 most important factors, to making a Potc story. I hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as you seemed to like the rest. Thanks for the review!
wyte-tygre: O.O (nice face) lol. Thank you, like I said to Stephanie(), tiwst keep you on your toes... no? Thanks for the review again!
Flare Conlon: The harpy's dead, the harpy's dead. Yeah! Lets all sing and dance! Sorry for the evil cliffy again, but I hope you like this chapter (not such a bad cliffy at the end) Thanks for reviewing!
Eccentric Banshee: Okay... well someone's a bit creepy. Maybe a little obsessed. Anyways glad you enjoy the story, and I hope I'm not causing you too much mental strain, but Del is most definitely dead.
Amber Myst: Harsh words, but I'm glad it was April's fools day. Saved me a lot of worrying. Thanks for the reviews so far, I like getting your compliments. Lol. Thanks so much for the help though!
I'm done, finally! I have to go to bed now. Nighty-night. I hope you liked the chapter. I hope I get another one up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading! Cya later -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
Contemplating and Believing
The Captain of the Betrayal stood behind the wheel, his hand casually draped across it. He wasn't steering, but thinking of his next move on the board they called the Caribbean.
Staring intently into the setting sun, he was anxious to speak with his captives. The captain knew in his heart, and in the eyes of revenge, Jack deserved whatever was coming to him, although he hardly believed Jack did.
No doubt Jack wouldn't be able to handle easily. No doubt he would use all of his sarcastic comments. And no doubt he would try every one of his sly little tricks to maneuver out of his current position. That however, was where the new girl came in.
How far would Jack go for this pirate wench? It seemed that on the Black Pearl, he'd been ready to die for her, but was it just an act in front of his crew? The captain needed more reassurance before he used Sparrow in the way he wanted to.
A thought provoked him suddenly to think back of the time, a few years ago, when he heard the news of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow and his finding Isla de Muerta. Smirking he remembered the most important and shocking factor of that story, the one Jack traveled with in order to rescue the one he loved. Obviously Sparrow had been willing to die for them, to chase after such a foe as the late Captain Barbossa. Maybe those two, might just be the kind of bribe the captain of the Betrayal needed to set his plan into action.
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Anamaria shifted slightly from her spot on the floor near the wall where she'd been thrown, still unconscious. Jack, trying to ignore the immense pain of the bullet n his leg watched carefully, slowly taking in each part of her. Her feet curled within her large obnoxious black boots. Her legs twisted beneath her, 'rather sexily', grinned Jack. Her bu... stomach, slightly visible since her shirt was raised above her bellybutton. Her shoulders, curved roundly like a woman's should be. Her hair, sprawled out gracefully across the tar-swabbed deck. Her lips, luscious and full, and finally her eyes a dark mousse brown, with black flecks jumbled about.
'Wait a second, her eyes?'
Anamaria was staring back at Jack tickled, that he seemed a bit flustered now that he'd been caught peeking. While Jack, a bloody mess, composed himself, Anamaria sat up right as her eyes checked the brig thoroughly.
"I've already looked, luv, and there ain't nothing here, side from the bars and spotless clean deck." He stated sarcastically.
"How can you stand to be so immature at such a serious time." Anamaria snapped back, not wanting to deal with Jack. Her head still ached from where the pistol butt connected with her skull.
"'S how I deal, luv. Plus I've been in tougher situations than this."
"Well I 'aven't. And I wouldn't be if you'da believed me when I told you Del was a no-good lying-whore." Anamaria turned away at the painful memory of Jack's resounding voice yelling at her.
"Look, Anamaria," Jack used her name, "you're right. I should'a listened to you."
"Don't matter none, anymore Jack. It's all over and done with, Del is dead, and I'll die for it." Anamaria spoke in monotone.
"What do you want me to say, Ana?" Jack snarled getting tired of the conversation, "That I'm sorry? I'm sorry. That I wish I could do it again? I wish I could do it again. That I never meant to hurt you? I never meant it, I swear!" Jack finished, a little out of breath.
Anamaria looked at him, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, but her face held a stern look. "No Jack Sparrow, you should know what to say." Her voice cracked.
Jack looked surprised at her answer. He had expected yelling, raving, and ranting to be thrown his way, not a few simple words.
"Captain" A voice said, as it descended form the above decks. "I believe it is Captain, right Sparrow?" Zachary Bailey captain of the Betrayal chuckled as he stepped into view of the prisoners.
"Aren't you supposed to be mourning or something?" Jack asked, ignoring the comment about his title.
"Mourning? You mean my dead parents, the ones you killed. I've mourned for them over ten years." Zachary stared attentively to see Jack's reaction.
"I meant your wife." Jack explained simply without a trace of guilt or remorse in his voice.
"I've yet to have the time to think of Delana. And you'd better be mighty glad of that, otherwise that wench of yours, Sparrow, would be hanging from the crow's nest by her neck, savvy?" Zachary snarled pointing at Anamaria.
"Savvy." Jack made up his mind immediately, to never bring up Del again.
Anamaria, however was fuming, smoke practically making its ways through the cracks of wood along the ship. "Wench? Wench? Just who the 'ell do you think you are? Calling me a wench? A wench was your wife!" Anamaria screamed clinging to the bars in front of her, turning her hands white.
Zachary moved but an inch, reached out, and smacked her hard across the face. Anamaria stumbled back as Jack limped up to the bars from his cell on the other side of the brig.
"Was that bloody necessary?" He raved into Zachary's ear, who turned around sharply to face him.
"I believe it was." He answered. "Sparrow, I have a question. What wouldn't you do for this girl?"
That was something Jack had not expected, and he truthfully had no answer for it. He had no answer, because there was none. Although, he probably would never admit it, he would do anything for her.
Hearing no answer, Zachary went on, "You don't really need to answer. I was just curious. No matter, however, if she isn't enough to get you to do what I want, I'm sure Mr. Turner will, or maybe Mrs. Turner? Hmm, Jack?"
"What did you do?" Jack's eyes grew at the sound of his old friend's named being spoken from the other captain.
"Nothing yet, but I'm planning on it, in fact, I'm counting on them. You see Sparrow, I wasn't sure whether you would give up everything for the girl, so I reinforced. As we speak, right now, we are headed towards Port Royal, the home of the Turner's, and their new child, if I'm correct." Zachary added the last part in, to keep Sparrow in line. "Of course, if you just answer my original question, a simple yes or no 'Would you do anything for this girl?', then Mr. and Mrs. Turner can be left out of this."
Jack tried to allow the words to his throat. 'All you have to do is tell him, you'd die for Ana'. The words however couldn't be forced, and he saw the look of pure sadness cross Anamaria's face.
"I'll be taking that as no. I'm very disappointed in you Jack Sparrow, but not nearly as much as the woman seems to be." With that, Zachary spun on his heel and went to steer the ship to its new destination.
Jack looked after him for several minutes, then feeling his heart dread, he turned to Anamaria not sure what to say. She sat there on the dirty floor of her cell. She looked bored and rather normal, but Jack could see the tiny etches of sadness behind her well-placed mask.
"Are you mad?" Jack wanted to claw his eyes out, at his stupid question.
"No, not if you were being truthful." Anamaria stayed staring at the deck, burning holes into it. "Were you?"
Jack thought for a moment before the answer hit him at full force. 'Of course you weren't being truthful! You would do anything for her, and yet you can't even say it out loud!' Jack thought to himself.
Aloud he answered the question in another lie. "Yes."
Anamaria looked up at him for a single moment and then her eyes were back to the floor. "I'm tired and my head hurts. I think I'll get some sleep." She scooted to the corner wall, as far from Jack as possible, and then curled into a tight ball. The real reason she wanted to get away was so that she could weep silently to herself as the day faded to night.
Jack, across the room, sighed, so angry with himself for not telling her the truth. But what was the truth? Sure he would do anything for her, but did that mean he... he loved her? He did. It was as simple as that. He loved Anamaria, a pirate woman.
The night sky appeared outside the porthole of the brig, the waves were calm and the sea was a slow lullaby. The two pirates, prisoners of the captain of the Betrayal, headed towards the town of Port Royal, each had a similar question on their minds...
'Why do I love her?' 'Why do I still love him?'
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Another chappy completed. Drinks all around! *looks around, no one else is cheering* Awww man! Maybe my reviewers will cheer? Yes?
SpecialEddie: I'm glad you like twisty turny-plots and I'm glad you like Jack Ana pairings, cause that is all I write! And of course Jack is in trouble, and he seems to be bringing everyone down with him, no? Anyways I included the Turners (will and Elizabeth)... or well they are soon to be included. Many thanks for the lengthy review, I like those. Thanks again!
Stephanie(): What can I say, but... yes of course! Keeps everyone on their toes, hmm?
Kungfuchick: No problem (about the death thing) but I cant guarantee their safety for too long now. Please don't hurt me!!
Hollaiuar: Yeah.. still my favorite, you are. No worries there mate. YES Del did die, and I don't do that whole coming back from the dead thin, so again... no worries mate. Thanks so much for liking my story. You are the best, and I will make sure to update. Cya around. Ta....
starrynight265: Hi there. Yes it seems I have included the 6 most important factors, to making a Potc story. I hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as you seemed to like the rest. Thanks for the review!
wyte-tygre: O.O (nice face) lol. Thank you, like I said to Stephanie(), tiwst keep you on your toes... no? Thanks for the review again!
Flare Conlon: The harpy's dead, the harpy's dead. Yeah! Lets all sing and dance! Sorry for the evil cliffy again, but I hope you like this chapter (not such a bad cliffy at the end) Thanks for reviewing!
Eccentric Banshee: Okay... well someone's a bit creepy. Maybe a little obsessed. Anyways glad you enjoy the story, and I hope I'm not causing you too much mental strain, but Del is most definitely dead.
Amber Myst: Harsh words, but I'm glad it was April's fools day. Saved me a lot of worrying. Thanks for the reviews so far, I like getting your compliments. Lol. Thanks so much for the help though!
I'm done, finally! I have to go to bed now. Nighty-night. I hope you liked the chapter. I hope I get another one up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading! Cya later -Rachel