Ahh, another chappy finally. Well this one you will all be happy to know is
pretty dang long. At least it felt long to type out. Maybe I'm just a slow
typer. Oh well you'll have to deal. There isn't much Ana in this chappy,
but I promise there will be next chapter. Have mucho fun reading it.
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.
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Taking Your Chances
Attacking and Returning
Jack tried to sleep, but faces haunted his dreams swarming in and out of them. Anamaria's voice kept asking him over and over "Were you being truthful? Did you mean it?" Again and again, she repeated it inside his head. And each time he answered in a lie, 'Yes,' while another voice screamed 'No!' Each time Anamaria only seemed to hear yes, and Jack watched her crest fallen face drop to the floor.
He woke in a fit, his arms and legs flinging everywhere. Wincing, Jack looked down in the dark to see his leg. The wound ached painfully, and he knew that if he didn't take out the bullet soon, serious damage could be done. However Jack's effects had obviously been taken away, and he sure as hell wasn't going to did it out with his fingers.
Still breathing heavy, he glanced at Anamaria curled up, her chest rising and falling evenly. 'Well, at least she can get a decent night rest' Jack thought.
Not being able to sleep was a great disappointment for Jack, not because he would be tired, but because all he could do otherwise was think. Think of the present or the past. He chose the latter, because right now Jack wasn't sure how different thinking of Anamaria would be as dreaming of her. So Jack thought back to the night that his own pistol murdered the Captain Bailey and his beautiful wife.
*************Flashback
Hard rain pelted down on the decks of the Black Pearl, the waves crashed against the sides and spun her about like a top. Captain Jack Sparrow, in all his days of piracy, had never seen a storm with such force behind it. 'Something must 'ave made this sea very angry, either tha' or she's bored' Jack smirked to himself but stopped immediately at the sight of a huge wave, larger than any so far come tumbling down on the Pearl from above. It knocked one of Jack's crew off his feet and engulfed him into its depths.
Jack gulped and clung onto the wheel, before screaming down to the rest of his crew. "Get a rope, mates! Leave you positions and tie yourself to the main mast! "
Barbossa, first mate of the Black Pearl, staggered up to Jack's posting and yelled into his ear, "What if the mast doesn't hold, Cap'n?"
Jack stared at him and answered without hesitation, "You bloody well hope it does." With those words he turned back to directing the Pearl through one hell of a storm.
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Hours later, Jack and the crew celebrated their victory with many rum bottles and card games. Only losing three in the terrible storm was definitely something to cheer about. All the men were very drunk except Jack, who had of course drunk as much rum as anyone else (probably more), but seemed to be as sober as ever. Groaning he rolled up off his chair and stretched his cramped legs. Deciding that the celebrating was getting boring he made his way to above decks to check on his love.
Barbossa was sailing, having not wanted to be apart of the celebration. 'Tha' pirate really needs to lighten up an' 'ave some fun' Jack thought to himself, 'He is so predictable.' Sauntering over to his first mate, he placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, "'Ow's it going out 'ere, mate? Spotted anything yet?"
Barbossa gave him a confused look, "Am I supposed to be seein' something, Cap'n?"
"No." Jack said quickly, making up for his slip.
His first mate looked at him doubtfully. "Jack, Jack," Barbossa used a formal term with his captain, "you know yah can't hide nothing from me. I mean I'm your best mate, lad."
"Alright, but no speaking of it to the crew yah hear?"
"Course not."
"There's a ship up 'head somewhere. Another pirate ship, the Last Breath, captained by a Bailey."
Barbossa kept his eyes narrowed on Jack's face. "What is so good 'bout tha', Jack?"
"Well, if you'd let me finish.... Supposedly Cap'n Bailey has a map to Isla de Muerta." Jack's eyebrows wiggled up and down at the idea. "So all we's got to do, is take the Last Breath, savvy?"
Barbossa rolled his eyes at his stupid captain's favorite word, but the mention of Isla de Muerta intrigued him. Every pirate in this lifetime knew the stories of it, an island covered in treasure. "I savvy." Barbossa finally answered.
Jack wasn't listening, but instead his attention was caught on the object, which was just now visible through the dark. An outline of a large ship loomed ahead, cutting through the waters almost as swiftly as the Pearl.
"Go get the men, Barbossa! Tell 'em to prepare for a fight." Jack ordered.
"I think they're sleeping off their drinks, Cap'n."
"Well then rouse them, splash some water on their faces, I don't care! Just tell them to get their bloody arses out 'ere now!"
Soon the entire crew of the Black Pearl was standing groggily with weapons in hand. 'Maybe attacking Cap'n Bailey ain't such a great idea.' Jack pondered this to himself. 'Oh well, I'm sure the prize that comes out of this will be well worth it.' Jack grinned at the thought of the map.
The two ships scraped each others side, so close, if you reached your arm out you could touch the other, if it wasn't shot off with flying bullets. Cannonballs flew at one ship as fast as they smashed open the other one. Pirate's swords clashed, and pistols went off constantly.
Everyone was battling, not one person was still, except for those who lay unmoving, covered in blood. Barbossa was matched up with Captain Bailey step for step, but Jack, however had made his way down to the lower decks. He could hear the roar off men above him as he crept down the long deserted hallway.
He checked all the doors, but couldn't find a room that looked suited for the captain. Finally, Jack's eyes came to rest on the last door in the hallway. A voice was cursing from the inside, and he could see the door was taking a major beating.
Slightly fearful and slightly curious, Jack pulled his pistol from his belt and kicked the door open. It flung inwardly with a whoosh and the person behind it was sent crashing to the floor. Jack stepped through the opening and quickly and aimed at the figure. A woman?
She looked up at him, her eyes flashing, before she slowly rose to her feet. She was very beautiful. She had dark blue eyes that reflected the ocean itself, long blond hair, which was quite a mess from her trip to the floor, and her curvy body also added to her features nicely, Jack noted.
"Yah gonna stare all night?" She snapped.
"Apologies, luv. Didn't mean to scare yah like tha'." Jack grinned widely at her.
"Oh don't flatter yourself, yah didn't scare me none." She went to push past Jack, but he held out an arm to stop her.
"I still 'ave a gun on yah, luv. So I would be doin' exactly what I say, savvy?" His voice lost its playful tone and his eyes grew cold.
The girl seemed to notice and stopped wrestling his arm out of the way. Dropping her hands she backed away from him. "What do yah want?"
"First, luv, answer me wha' your doing down 'ere?"
"My husband locked me in 'ere, 'fraid I was gonna get hurt out there with all the fighting."
"But this is the Cap'n's quarters..." She stared at him blankly as the news- sunk in. "You're married to Cap'n Bailey?" Jack questioned slowly.
"Aye"
Jack smiled as a plan formed in his head. "Perfect, you're just what I need, luv. Wha's your name?"
"Tis Dania Bailey." The captain's wife answered suspiciously. "What are yah planning on doin'?"
Before she got an answer, Jack grabbed her roughly and shoved her towards the doors. He had the gun trained on her back as he made her walk down the hall and up the stairs into the heavy battles still going on around them. Pulling her to him, he called through the commotion to Captain Bailey, who was still tiredly crossing blades with Barbossa, "Cap'n Bailey!"
Barbossa and Bailey lowered their swords at Jack's call, along with both crews. Everyone saw what Jack had his pistol pointed at. He was holding a woman, no older than thirty, at gunpoint.
"Coward!" Captain Bailey screamed at him from across the deck.
"Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't say such things if I were yah. Having your bonny lass at the end of me pistol, Cap'n Bailey." Jack taunted.
"What'd yah want?" Captain Bailey gave in.
Jack chuckled, for he had been asked that question twice in the last few minutes. "You're crew needs ta drop their weapons. And wha' I want is the map yah got to Isla de Muerta!" He answered forcefully, grinding the gun harder into Dania's head.
Cap'n Bailey looked around at his helpless crew as they set their weapons aside. He did the same before agreeing, "Alright." He unattached a small item from his belt and threw it to Jack. It sailed across the head's of the crews and landed in Jack's outstretched palm. "Let Dania go!"
Jack had already flung her away to catch the map. He opened it hopefully and stared at a compass inside. 'What?' Jack's features changed dramatically, he let out a deep growl from the back of his throat. "Bloody liar! This isn't a map, it's a bloody compass."
Cap'n Bailey looked up in time to see a very angry Jack aim a pistol at his head and squeeze the trigger.
"No!" A scream was hard.
Captain Bailey didn't feel any sharp pain and he thought 'Am I dead already, I didn't even feel the bullet?'. As he opened his eyes from their tightly shut position he saw his beautiful wife's dark blue eyes, staring into his, vanish into gray orbs. She gave him one last smile before she crumpled to the ground. He ran to her and lifted her into his arms, but she made no sound. She had saved his life and he didn't even get to hear her say one last thing. Clinging to Dania, he silently cried for what she left behind- a loving husband and ten year old boy, who 'thank the heavens' was left at their home this trip.
Jack was more than a little surprised when the woman stupidly leapt into his line of fire. He hadn't been aiming at her, but now she lay in her husband's arms, dead... as anyone can be. Jack couldn't think strait, he had never killed a woman before, he thought that it wouldn't feel any different than a man, but it did.
As Cap'n Bailey came to enough of his senses to be able to utter words, he scowled madly in Jack's direction. "Ye bastard! How dare yah shoot me wife!" He choked on his tears.
Jack shivered inwardly at the man's cold eyes, "Wasn't me fault, mate, she jumped in the way to save your sorry skin." Jack shouted back. "Yah should'a just gave me the real map to the Isla de Muerta and none of this 'ere would have 'appened."
"That is the map, the compass is the map. It doesn't point north, it points to the island." Cap'n Bailey gave up yelling, and whispered this.
Jack had to lean in to hear what he said, but he knew that what he'd done now, was very wrong. Not only had he killed for no reason, but also it was a woman. Jack glanced around at the mingled crews, "Pick up your thing's, mates" he addressed his own crew, "let them be and get back to the Pearl."
As they left, no one made a sound, neither crew looked towards the mourning captain crouching over his lifeless love. Jack didn't glance back either for his guilt almost overfilled him.
"Cap'n!" A voice called behind his back. Jack turned to see that it was Captain Bailey who had called him. As he watched Bailey got up off his knees leaving his unmoving wife on the bloody deck. "I only ask one thing of yah."
"If it is an apology, don't bet on it, mate." Jack interrupted, he may have felt guilty, but he wasn't about to let the crew know that.
"No, I only ask you... please shoot me."
"What?" Jack asked, taking a step back.
Captain Bailey grabbed Jack's pistol, which he still held in his murderous hand. Placing it on his heart he pulled the trigger with Jack's finger pressing onto the cold metal. The shot resounded in the quiet night sky as Captain Bailey's body fell to the deck. Jack stared at it, too stunned to do anything else.
"Cap'n!" Barbossa's voice cut in, "let's get out of 'ere now!"
Jack looked up and saw the crew of the Last Breath stalking towards him screaming insanities over their dead captain. Jack spun on his heel, grabbed a free rope and swung over to the Pearl expertly, just as the anchor lifted and Barbossa sailed it away from the other crew longing for Jack's blood.
Jack didn't know what to think, 'did I murder two people tonight in cold blood? Did that last one count, I hadn't meant to pull the trigger, but... I did' Jack moaned as the thoughts went racing through his head.
"Barbossa, keep us sailin', I'll be out in a while." Jack said as he made his way, almost blindly, to his cabin. Slamming the door behind him he crossed the room and fainted, very un-pirate-like unto his bed.
************End Flashback
Jack felt sick with guilt. Even now he still couldn't decide if either the death of Dania Bailey or Captain Bailey was his fault. Thinking about them now had not helped his mood, in fact it had worsened it greatly.
Anamaria awoke suddenly with a scream just as Zachary descended from the stairs. "Sorry there, didn't mean to scare you." Zachary grinned at her.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself. You didn't scare me one-bit." Anamaria snapped back roughly.
Jack's mind snapped back into his remembrance of a similar conversation he had with Dania Bailey. Right before she died. 'That won't 'appen to Ana, not with me 'ere" Jack thought to himself.
"Hey Sparrow... yah listening?" Zachary waved his hand and pointed to himself, "I'm telling yah that we're comin' up on Port Royal."
Jack snapped out of his memories and glared up at him with immense hate. "If yah harm them in anyway..." Jack started.
"Don't worry Sparrow, I'm not goin' to get 'em. You are," Zachary smirked dangerously. "And don't think about runnin' away, cause this wench is gonna stay right 'ere wit me. And you mess up at all... I'll slice 'er throat."
Jack spit towards him, and mumbled a few curses directed his way. Zachary simply kept his smile plastered on and passed them off with a wave of his hand. With a final nasty look from Jack he walked up the stairs, and disappeared above deck.
Seconds later, Zachary was back down the stairs with an item in his hand, "Ah... I almost forgot. I figured, Sparrow, yah would do a better job with this, no?" In his hand he held out Jack's tattered tri-cornered hat.
Jack squeaked and grabbed it out of the captain's hands, before shoving it deep down on his forehead. He looked back up, only in time to see Zachary's boot on the stair before once again it was above deck.
"Well at least, I got me hat back."
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That is the longest chappy ever (that means the 'thank you' s won't be too long () I hope you liked all the flashback stuff, that was a very long flashback, I know. Deal with it. I'm also very sorry, but Jack was pretty mean in some of those parts. My guess though is that before Jack lost the Pearl- when Barbossa was his first mate- he wasn't the nicest guy. I mean come on people, he was a pirate. Anyways, I hope the flashback cleared up the reason why Zachary is so angry with Jack, no? Jack got his hat back! Hurray! Isn't everyone excited? I know there wasn't much Ana in this chappy, sorry. Please don't hurt me. Well here goes the thank you-s:
Charley(): Glad you like it so far, and I can't promise Ana won't get hurt, but she is pretty tough. Yes, Del is dead! It's okay now. Lol Thanks so much for the review.
PiratePrincess91: Sorry about the cliffhanger! I'm not trying to make people worry, I swear! As for posting soon- I'll try really hard. Thanks for the review!
SpecialEddie: Big Bad Bailey –lol- I like that! Thanks again for the great review. I hope that you like this chapter! I worked forever on it. About the Ana Jack love thing, I'm trying to think of a good way for all that to happen, without the cliché deathbed ending. Maybe some ideas wouldn't be too bad *wink* Have fun reading and thanks so much for the reviews!
Amber Myst: EEEEEEEEEeeeeee 2005 will never come soon enough now. Why did you have to tell me! No! lol actually I wanted to know, thanks. I'm so glad you are enjoying my chappys, I hope you like this one too. Thank you for the reviews as well.
liquid*crystal: Yeah! Some constructive help! I need all the help I can get. Thank you fo the narrative compliment, and I agree with you about Jack's speech – it doesn't sound right. I tried to change it a bit in this chappy. I hope it sounds better. Thank you for the review.
mich(): I didn't really explain that did I? Sorry! Well, all I can tell you was that Ana was pissed at Jack and she probably wasn't to intent on helping him out with his bullet wound and all. Thank you for the review.
Kungfuchick: Really? You love my story? Yeah I love you! Ummm.... What I mean is that... ummm... thank you. Lol Thanks for the reviews so far!
Flare Conlon: Yes the harpy is definitely gone! Don't worry about that anymore. I'll keep it up as soon as my fingers and brain can make up the next chappys. I hope you liked this one as much as the others! Thanks for all the reviews!
Shadowfox(): Thanks so much for the awesome compliments, they make me feel all warn and fuzzy. Lol. I hear ya... I'll update as soon as possible. I hope you like this chappy, thanks again for the review.
TrappedandAnnoyed(): I love Jack/Ana stories also! Except when they get hurt, I don't think that is the best. Oh well, whatever floats you boat...hmm. Thanks for the review and I'll update as soon as I can, savvy?
Okay, well thank you again readers and reviewers! I hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as the rest. Please review if you have time too. But thank you for reading regardless. Now my fingers are cramped so I'm gonna scoot. 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 _______________________________________________________________________
Taking Your Chances
Attacking and Returning
Jack tried to sleep, but faces haunted his dreams swarming in and out of them. Anamaria's voice kept asking him over and over "Were you being truthful? Did you mean it?" Again and again, she repeated it inside his head. And each time he answered in a lie, 'Yes,' while another voice screamed 'No!' Each time Anamaria only seemed to hear yes, and Jack watched her crest fallen face drop to the floor.
He woke in a fit, his arms and legs flinging everywhere. Wincing, Jack looked down in the dark to see his leg. The wound ached painfully, and he knew that if he didn't take out the bullet soon, serious damage could be done. However Jack's effects had obviously been taken away, and he sure as hell wasn't going to did it out with his fingers.
Still breathing heavy, he glanced at Anamaria curled up, her chest rising and falling evenly. 'Well, at least she can get a decent night rest' Jack thought.
Not being able to sleep was a great disappointment for Jack, not because he would be tired, but because all he could do otherwise was think. Think of the present or the past. He chose the latter, because right now Jack wasn't sure how different thinking of Anamaria would be as dreaming of her. So Jack thought back to the night that his own pistol murdered the Captain Bailey and his beautiful wife.
*************Flashback
Hard rain pelted down on the decks of the Black Pearl, the waves crashed against the sides and spun her about like a top. Captain Jack Sparrow, in all his days of piracy, had never seen a storm with such force behind it. 'Something must 'ave made this sea very angry, either tha' or she's bored' Jack smirked to himself but stopped immediately at the sight of a huge wave, larger than any so far come tumbling down on the Pearl from above. It knocked one of Jack's crew off his feet and engulfed him into its depths.
Jack gulped and clung onto the wheel, before screaming down to the rest of his crew. "Get a rope, mates! Leave you positions and tie yourself to the main mast! "
Barbossa, first mate of the Black Pearl, staggered up to Jack's posting and yelled into his ear, "What if the mast doesn't hold, Cap'n?"
Jack stared at him and answered without hesitation, "You bloody well hope it does." With those words he turned back to directing the Pearl through one hell of a storm.
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Hours later, Jack and the crew celebrated their victory with many rum bottles and card games. Only losing three in the terrible storm was definitely something to cheer about. All the men were very drunk except Jack, who had of course drunk as much rum as anyone else (probably more), but seemed to be as sober as ever. Groaning he rolled up off his chair and stretched his cramped legs. Deciding that the celebrating was getting boring he made his way to above decks to check on his love.
Barbossa was sailing, having not wanted to be apart of the celebration. 'Tha' pirate really needs to lighten up an' 'ave some fun' Jack thought to himself, 'He is so predictable.' Sauntering over to his first mate, he placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, "'Ow's it going out 'ere, mate? Spotted anything yet?"
Barbossa gave him a confused look, "Am I supposed to be seein' something, Cap'n?"
"No." Jack said quickly, making up for his slip.
His first mate looked at him doubtfully. "Jack, Jack," Barbossa used a formal term with his captain, "you know yah can't hide nothing from me. I mean I'm your best mate, lad."
"Alright, but no speaking of it to the crew yah hear?"
"Course not."
"There's a ship up 'head somewhere. Another pirate ship, the Last Breath, captained by a Bailey."
Barbossa kept his eyes narrowed on Jack's face. "What is so good 'bout tha', Jack?"
"Well, if you'd let me finish.... Supposedly Cap'n Bailey has a map to Isla de Muerta." Jack's eyebrows wiggled up and down at the idea. "So all we's got to do, is take the Last Breath, savvy?"
Barbossa rolled his eyes at his stupid captain's favorite word, but the mention of Isla de Muerta intrigued him. Every pirate in this lifetime knew the stories of it, an island covered in treasure. "I savvy." Barbossa finally answered.
Jack wasn't listening, but instead his attention was caught on the object, which was just now visible through the dark. An outline of a large ship loomed ahead, cutting through the waters almost as swiftly as the Pearl.
"Go get the men, Barbossa! Tell 'em to prepare for a fight." Jack ordered.
"I think they're sleeping off their drinks, Cap'n."
"Well then rouse them, splash some water on their faces, I don't care! Just tell them to get their bloody arses out 'ere now!"
Soon the entire crew of the Black Pearl was standing groggily with weapons in hand. 'Maybe attacking Cap'n Bailey ain't such a great idea.' Jack pondered this to himself. 'Oh well, I'm sure the prize that comes out of this will be well worth it.' Jack grinned at the thought of the map.
The two ships scraped each others side, so close, if you reached your arm out you could touch the other, if it wasn't shot off with flying bullets. Cannonballs flew at one ship as fast as they smashed open the other one. Pirate's swords clashed, and pistols went off constantly.
Everyone was battling, not one person was still, except for those who lay unmoving, covered in blood. Barbossa was matched up with Captain Bailey step for step, but Jack, however had made his way down to the lower decks. He could hear the roar off men above him as he crept down the long deserted hallway.
He checked all the doors, but couldn't find a room that looked suited for the captain. Finally, Jack's eyes came to rest on the last door in the hallway. A voice was cursing from the inside, and he could see the door was taking a major beating.
Slightly fearful and slightly curious, Jack pulled his pistol from his belt and kicked the door open. It flung inwardly with a whoosh and the person behind it was sent crashing to the floor. Jack stepped through the opening and quickly and aimed at the figure. A woman?
She looked up at him, her eyes flashing, before she slowly rose to her feet. She was very beautiful. She had dark blue eyes that reflected the ocean itself, long blond hair, which was quite a mess from her trip to the floor, and her curvy body also added to her features nicely, Jack noted.
"Yah gonna stare all night?" She snapped.
"Apologies, luv. Didn't mean to scare yah like tha'." Jack grinned widely at her.
"Oh don't flatter yourself, yah didn't scare me none." She went to push past Jack, but he held out an arm to stop her.
"I still 'ave a gun on yah, luv. So I would be doin' exactly what I say, savvy?" His voice lost its playful tone and his eyes grew cold.
The girl seemed to notice and stopped wrestling his arm out of the way. Dropping her hands she backed away from him. "What do yah want?"
"First, luv, answer me wha' your doing down 'ere?"
"My husband locked me in 'ere, 'fraid I was gonna get hurt out there with all the fighting."
"But this is the Cap'n's quarters..." She stared at him blankly as the news- sunk in. "You're married to Cap'n Bailey?" Jack questioned slowly.
"Aye"
Jack smiled as a plan formed in his head. "Perfect, you're just what I need, luv. Wha's your name?"
"Tis Dania Bailey." The captain's wife answered suspiciously. "What are yah planning on doin'?"
Before she got an answer, Jack grabbed her roughly and shoved her towards the doors. He had the gun trained on her back as he made her walk down the hall and up the stairs into the heavy battles still going on around them. Pulling her to him, he called through the commotion to Captain Bailey, who was still tiredly crossing blades with Barbossa, "Cap'n Bailey!"
Barbossa and Bailey lowered their swords at Jack's call, along with both crews. Everyone saw what Jack had his pistol pointed at. He was holding a woman, no older than thirty, at gunpoint.
"Coward!" Captain Bailey screamed at him from across the deck.
"Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't say such things if I were yah. Having your bonny lass at the end of me pistol, Cap'n Bailey." Jack taunted.
"What'd yah want?" Captain Bailey gave in.
Jack chuckled, for he had been asked that question twice in the last few minutes. "You're crew needs ta drop their weapons. And wha' I want is the map yah got to Isla de Muerta!" He answered forcefully, grinding the gun harder into Dania's head.
Cap'n Bailey looked around at his helpless crew as they set their weapons aside. He did the same before agreeing, "Alright." He unattached a small item from his belt and threw it to Jack. It sailed across the head's of the crews and landed in Jack's outstretched palm. "Let Dania go!"
Jack had already flung her away to catch the map. He opened it hopefully and stared at a compass inside. 'What?' Jack's features changed dramatically, he let out a deep growl from the back of his throat. "Bloody liar! This isn't a map, it's a bloody compass."
Cap'n Bailey looked up in time to see a very angry Jack aim a pistol at his head and squeeze the trigger.
"No!" A scream was hard.
Captain Bailey didn't feel any sharp pain and he thought 'Am I dead already, I didn't even feel the bullet?'. As he opened his eyes from their tightly shut position he saw his beautiful wife's dark blue eyes, staring into his, vanish into gray orbs. She gave him one last smile before she crumpled to the ground. He ran to her and lifted her into his arms, but she made no sound. She had saved his life and he didn't even get to hear her say one last thing. Clinging to Dania, he silently cried for what she left behind- a loving husband and ten year old boy, who 'thank the heavens' was left at their home this trip.
Jack was more than a little surprised when the woman stupidly leapt into his line of fire. He hadn't been aiming at her, but now she lay in her husband's arms, dead... as anyone can be. Jack couldn't think strait, he had never killed a woman before, he thought that it wouldn't feel any different than a man, but it did.
As Cap'n Bailey came to enough of his senses to be able to utter words, he scowled madly in Jack's direction. "Ye bastard! How dare yah shoot me wife!" He choked on his tears.
Jack shivered inwardly at the man's cold eyes, "Wasn't me fault, mate, she jumped in the way to save your sorry skin." Jack shouted back. "Yah should'a just gave me the real map to the Isla de Muerta and none of this 'ere would have 'appened."
"That is the map, the compass is the map. It doesn't point north, it points to the island." Cap'n Bailey gave up yelling, and whispered this.
Jack had to lean in to hear what he said, but he knew that what he'd done now, was very wrong. Not only had he killed for no reason, but also it was a woman. Jack glanced around at the mingled crews, "Pick up your thing's, mates" he addressed his own crew, "let them be and get back to the Pearl."
As they left, no one made a sound, neither crew looked towards the mourning captain crouching over his lifeless love. Jack didn't glance back either for his guilt almost overfilled him.
"Cap'n!" A voice called behind his back. Jack turned to see that it was Captain Bailey who had called him. As he watched Bailey got up off his knees leaving his unmoving wife on the bloody deck. "I only ask one thing of yah."
"If it is an apology, don't bet on it, mate." Jack interrupted, he may have felt guilty, but he wasn't about to let the crew know that.
"No, I only ask you... please shoot me."
"What?" Jack asked, taking a step back.
Captain Bailey grabbed Jack's pistol, which he still held in his murderous hand. Placing it on his heart he pulled the trigger with Jack's finger pressing onto the cold metal. The shot resounded in the quiet night sky as Captain Bailey's body fell to the deck. Jack stared at it, too stunned to do anything else.
"Cap'n!" Barbossa's voice cut in, "let's get out of 'ere now!"
Jack looked up and saw the crew of the Last Breath stalking towards him screaming insanities over their dead captain. Jack spun on his heel, grabbed a free rope and swung over to the Pearl expertly, just as the anchor lifted and Barbossa sailed it away from the other crew longing for Jack's blood.
Jack didn't know what to think, 'did I murder two people tonight in cold blood? Did that last one count, I hadn't meant to pull the trigger, but... I did' Jack moaned as the thoughts went racing through his head.
"Barbossa, keep us sailin', I'll be out in a while." Jack said as he made his way, almost blindly, to his cabin. Slamming the door behind him he crossed the room and fainted, very un-pirate-like unto his bed.
************End Flashback
Jack felt sick with guilt. Even now he still couldn't decide if either the death of Dania Bailey or Captain Bailey was his fault. Thinking about them now had not helped his mood, in fact it had worsened it greatly.
Anamaria awoke suddenly with a scream just as Zachary descended from the stairs. "Sorry there, didn't mean to scare you." Zachary grinned at her.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself. You didn't scare me one-bit." Anamaria snapped back roughly.
Jack's mind snapped back into his remembrance of a similar conversation he had with Dania Bailey. Right before she died. 'That won't 'appen to Ana, not with me 'ere" Jack thought to himself.
"Hey Sparrow... yah listening?" Zachary waved his hand and pointed to himself, "I'm telling yah that we're comin' up on Port Royal."
Jack snapped out of his memories and glared up at him with immense hate. "If yah harm them in anyway..." Jack started.
"Don't worry Sparrow, I'm not goin' to get 'em. You are," Zachary smirked dangerously. "And don't think about runnin' away, cause this wench is gonna stay right 'ere wit me. And you mess up at all... I'll slice 'er throat."
Jack spit towards him, and mumbled a few curses directed his way. Zachary simply kept his smile plastered on and passed them off with a wave of his hand. With a final nasty look from Jack he walked up the stairs, and disappeared above deck.
Seconds later, Zachary was back down the stairs with an item in his hand, "Ah... I almost forgot. I figured, Sparrow, yah would do a better job with this, no?" In his hand he held out Jack's tattered tri-cornered hat.
Jack squeaked and grabbed it out of the captain's hands, before shoving it deep down on his forehead. He looked back up, only in time to see Zachary's boot on the stair before once again it was above deck.
"Well at least, I got me hat back."
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That is the longest chappy ever (that means the 'thank you' s won't be too long () I hope you liked all the flashback stuff, that was a very long flashback, I know. Deal with it. I'm also very sorry, but Jack was pretty mean in some of those parts. My guess though is that before Jack lost the Pearl- when Barbossa was his first mate- he wasn't the nicest guy. I mean come on people, he was a pirate. Anyways, I hope the flashback cleared up the reason why Zachary is so angry with Jack, no? Jack got his hat back! Hurray! Isn't everyone excited? I know there wasn't much Ana in this chappy, sorry. Please don't hurt me. Well here goes the thank you-s:
Charley(): Glad you like it so far, and I can't promise Ana won't get hurt, but she is pretty tough. Yes, Del is dead! It's okay now. Lol Thanks so much for the review.
PiratePrincess91: Sorry about the cliffhanger! I'm not trying to make people worry, I swear! As for posting soon- I'll try really hard. Thanks for the review!
SpecialEddie: Big Bad Bailey –lol- I like that! Thanks again for the great review. I hope that you like this chapter! I worked forever on it. About the Ana Jack love thing, I'm trying to think of a good way for all that to happen, without the cliché deathbed ending. Maybe some ideas wouldn't be too bad *wink* Have fun reading and thanks so much for the reviews!
Amber Myst: EEEEEEEEEeeeeee 2005 will never come soon enough now. Why did you have to tell me! No! lol actually I wanted to know, thanks. I'm so glad you are enjoying my chappys, I hope you like this one too. Thank you for the reviews as well.
liquid*crystal: Yeah! Some constructive help! I need all the help I can get. Thank you fo the narrative compliment, and I agree with you about Jack's speech – it doesn't sound right. I tried to change it a bit in this chappy. I hope it sounds better. Thank you for the review.
mich(): I didn't really explain that did I? Sorry! Well, all I can tell you was that Ana was pissed at Jack and she probably wasn't to intent on helping him out with his bullet wound and all. Thank you for the review.
Kungfuchick: Really? You love my story? Yeah I love you! Ummm.... What I mean is that... ummm... thank you. Lol Thanks for the reviews so far!
Flare Conlon: Yes the harpy is definitely gone! Don't worry about that anymore. I'll keep it up as soon as my fingers and brain can make up the next chappys. I hope you liked this one as much as the others! Thanks for all the reviews!
Shadowfox(): Thanks so much for the awesome compliments, they make me feel all warn and fuzzy. Lol. I hear ya... I'll update as soon as possible. I hope you like this chappy, thanks again for the review.
TrappedandAnnoyed(): I love Jack/Ana stories also! Except when they get hurt, I don't think that is the best. Oh well, whatever floats you boat...hmm. Thanks for the review and I'll update as soon as I can, savvy?
Okay, well thank you again readers and reviewers! I hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as the rest. Please review if you have time too. But thank you for reading regardless. Now my fingers are cramped so I'm gonna scoot. Ta... -Rachel