Jack watched Annie's fear spread across her face with satisfaction.
His crew however, was torn between scornful glances in his direction and
irritated ones in hers. Jack knew he had to get control of this situation
right away.
"Well? Haven't ye all seen a woman and children before? Get your mangy hides moving, we sail out of here NOW!" He brandished his pistol and tried to look menacing and insane, a look that apparently worked for his crew sprang into action. Jack pretended that they were more afraid of him than the fact that he was aiming a pistol at them.
Roughly grabbing Annie's upper arm, he frog-marched her down a set of stairs, awkwardly shoving her in front of him. She clutched Gwen to her tightly, and struggled to keep a hold of Ethan's collar. The little boy was more than a bit frightened, yet enthralled with the ship nonetheless.
Below, in the hold, the ship was dank and water dripped in many places. Seeing Annie's fearful glances at the dampness, he assured her that it was just moisture, not that the ship was springing a leak. She snorted and averted her eyes from his face. He led her to a door that he kicked open with one booted foot. The cabin was small, and there were a few pallets lying on the floor. It was obviously inhabited, there were clothes hanging on a hook and a pair of pistols lying on a small table.
The owner of the room was made quite clear as the dark-skinned woman came stomping down the stairs after them. Her inky black hair was secured off of her face by a piece of gray cloth wrapped around her forehead. Brown eyes snapped furiously at Sparrow. Sticking a finger in his face, she let loose with a smattering of the local language, waving her finger threateningly as if to punctuate what she was saying.
"English, Anna Maria." Jack's face was calm, belying the doubt that shown in his own brown eyes as he stood looking down at the small woman, broiling over with fury. Letting out a yowl, she threw her hands up in the air, her loose sleeves billowing down to her elbows. Annie looked at the other woman's sailor pants and dirty white blouse. This Anna Maria was barefoot and moved with the rolling, sure gait of one who had spent most of their life at sea.
"NO!" she finally spat out in English. Jack's face took an amused light which wasn't the most intelligent thing to do. Anna Maria's face hardened and she stood up on tip toe until she was nose-to-nose with the infamous Captain.
"I don't want to share my room," she forced out through gritted teeth. Jack shrugged a shoulder and waved a hand fluidly in Annie's direction. Gwen began to whimper and Annie simply unlaced the front of her bodice and let her nurse. Her body instantly calmed like it would when she used to nurse her Ezekiel. Pain shot through her chest at the thought of her beloved baby boy. Another reason she was sure Connor had perished. Right before he left, she had told him she was with child. He had seemed happy, and only a few weeks later had reluctantly come to tell her that he and his crew were to be sailing to the Colonies to deliver cargo. That had been the last she'd seen of him.
Ezekiel had been born nine months later, and she had found herself working for Angus in the tavern. He had been a quiet, smiling baby. She had counted herself lucky until he had awoken one morning, fussy and fevered. He had weakened, and gone to Heaven a week later. Annie had been cursing her luck and her life and drinking quite a bit after that. It wasn't until Sally had come around with her sister's two babies that she had offered Annie a chance to become happy again.
And looking after the two wee ones HAD made her happy again, and she had awoken each morning since with a better perspective on life. Sally offering up her two babies to this 'man' was preposterous. She had agreed to come along only for their benefit. Focusing her eyes, she noticed Jack's eyes fastened to her bosom and she turned her back sharply, with a deathly look shot at him.
Jack innocently smiled at her and directed his gaze back to the ranting Anna Maria, who was pacing back and forth in front of Jack. She looked like a giant jungle cat, and if she'd had a tail it would no doubt be lashing along behind her.
"Anna Maria.....I'm tellin' ya as yer Captain that you need to share this room, and I'm askin' ya as a friend to let them stay in yer room." Sparrow's quiet interjection silenced Anna Maria, who only stood and looked up at him silently for a few moments before dropping her incredulous eyes and darting a look at Annie and the two children.
"Fine, Sparrow, they can stay here." Jack flashed her a charming grin before looking at her sharply.
"Captain, Anna Maria. Call me Captain, please. Splendid! You can settle yourself in here, Annie. Come up on deck when you're ready. I'll introduce you to the rest of the gentlemen." And with that, Sparrow lurched upstairs towards the deck slamming the cabin door behind him.
Silence reigned thick in the cabin as Anna Maria stood by the door, fuming. Ethan chanced a look at the pirate woman, and for a brief second, Annie thought she saw the other woman's face soften before she scowled and looked away. Annie finished nursing Gwen and laid her down on a spare pallet after asking the pirate if she could do so.
"Aye," she spat back in return. "That 'un be yours, yours and the children's." Annie looked at the stained mattress in distaste before shrugging and spreading a thin blanket from her sack over it. Lying Gwen down carefully, she set about changing the infant's diaper. Ethan decided to toddle in front of Anna Maria and stood, his arms crossed like hers, his face mimicking her frown.
Anna Maria's lips twitched slightly at the sight of the towheaded boy trying to appear frightening, his large blue eyes winking up at her. Lowering herself so that she was at his height, she gave him a baleful look.
"And what be your name, oh fearful one?" Ethan looked taken aback before he got a hold of himself and tried not to giggle.
"Ethan!" Anna Maria nodded sagely as if that was what she had been expecting. Ethan set about fluttering around her, his little fingers twisting in a rather expensive looking gold necklace that hung about the pirate's neck. Annie started to tell him to leave her alone, worried that he would ruin her jewelry. Anna Maria held up a slender hand, and for once almost looked friendly.
"It's okay," she said hesitantly. "He reminds me of my baby brother Raoul." A forlorn shadow passed over Anna Maria's face before she abruptly stood up and shook her head. Casting a haughty glance at Annie, she turned to go.
"Don't be too long, the crew is fearful curious about you all and it would be better for ye to get it out of the way as soon as possible." Annie nodded mutely and watched the pirate woman disappear the same way Jack had gone before lifting Gwen to her shoulder and leaning up against the cabin wall, her eyes closing against her will. A tear leaked out of the corner of one of her eyelids, and she had almost forgotten about Ethan until she felt him wipe her cheeks.
"Why are you cryin'?" Annie opened her eyes to see Ethan perched in front of her, his round face serious. She forced out a chuckle and wiped her nose on the back of her hand.
"No reason, poppet." Ethan gave her a look before standing up on sturdy, little legs. He wore a small shirt and dark brown breeches. His little shoes were battered, but they would last him awhile. Annie re- wrapped Gwen up in a shawl and together they made their way onto the deck.
The pirates were all at work, some in the rigging, one up in the crow's nest, and the rest running around controlling the sails or doing Sparrow's bidding. Anna Maria and a large, portly man with gray mutton chops were scrubbing the deck. Neither one looked happy about it, but she supposed that one had to do what the Captain told them. Sparrow was standing behind the big ship's wheel, his hands lightly dancing over the handles, his hair blowing in the stiff breeze that whipped ropes out of sailor's hands and made the sails billow.
Annie took in a deep breath and steadied herself as a large gust of air buffeted her. Little Ethan had already taken off across the deck towards Sparrow. For some reason the boy had a strange attraction with spending time with the older man. He didn't see the slippery deck in front of him until he skidded across the soapy patch of wood, his arms wind milling crazily along behind him. Anna Maria shouted, and Annie started forward, but it was the portly gray haired man who neatly snagged the boy by his collar and set him down on a dry patch of deck.
"Ye should be more careful, lad." The man stated solemnly, his eyes red and bloodshot. He looked more than hung-over and Annie was certain he would reek of stale alcohol. But he swatted the little boy's behind in a friendly gesture and sent him on his way towards Sparrow. Annie paused as she delicately stepped over the wet portion of deck and looked at the man.
"Thank you sir," she said quietly. The man's cheeks reddened, but he ducked his head at her and shrugged uncomfortably.
"Think nothing of it, lass."
"I'm Annie Lindsay," she said, juggling Gwen and sticking out a hand. The man looked at it for what seemed to be forever before taking it into his own larger, rougher one and pumping it up and down.
"Gibbs," he said simply.
"The little boy is Ethan, and this is Gwen." Annie pulled back a fold of the blanket to reveal Gwen's cherubic, sleeping face. Gibbs hesitantly reached out a finger to touch one of her clenched fists, but the child made a sound in her sleep and he jerked back. Anna Maria barked out a laugh, and lowered her eyes when Annie looked at her, also amused.
"It's okay, she's still sleeping." Gibbs suddenly seemed to remember where he was and what he was doing, for he muttered something to her that she couldn't quite make out and went back to his scrubbing the deck. Annie raised an eyebrow and continued on her way until she stood next to Sparrow. The slender man winked at her in greeting and looked down at Ethan who had attached himself to his leg.
"Steady on there sailor, don't you think you should let go for a tick, hmm?" Ethan shook his head and Jack's face darkened momentarily before he smiled winningly down at the little boy.
"I'll let you steer the ship," he said, his tone of voice honeyed and wheedling at different turns. Annie shot him a dark look which he let roll off his back before lifting Ethan up into his arms and placing the boy's hands on the wheel, placing his larger hands over the smaller ones.
"Now," he said. "You just let me guide you and close your eyes. It's much better that way." Both Ethan and Sparrow obediently closed their eyes and Jack steered, letting Ethan believe that he was in fact, guiding the Black Pearl through the Caribbean waters. Annie watched them, not letting the smile that was painfully trapped in her throat surface upon her face.
A midget pirate, with a shaved head and a golden earring stumped up to the helm, wearing a scowl on his face worse than Anna Maria's. Jack's eyes flew open and he cocked his head at the little man.
"Aye, Murphy what is it?" Murphy straightened his leather vest that hung over his barrel chest and grumpily looked up at Sparrow before relaying the coordinates of wherever they were going to Sparrow from a map he had clenched in his dirty, small hands. Sparrow had been impressed with Murphy during the battles they had waged with Barbossa and his crew and had been teaching him how to navigate. Sparrow checked the dwarf's coordinates with his own and nodded, his braided goatee bobbing merrily.
"That's right, Murphy! Free grog for everyone!" The sailor's cheered and Annie rolled her eyes. Sensing someone next to her, she turned to see Anna Maria looking at the rest of the crew, her eyes as grim as Annie's.
"Drinks all around," the pirate woman muttered. "That's all they do is drink, and they don't need naught for an excuse." Gibbs and Sparrow were sharing a silver flask between them, and Sparrow, noticing the two women glaring at them handed the flask out to Annie.
Annie gave him a challenging look before taking a huge swig out of the container and handing it to Anna Maria. Hefting Gwen onto her other shoulder, she jerked her chin at the other woman.
"How nice of the Captain to give us this flask full of liquor. Let's go fix up our cabin and share it. What d'you think?" Anna Maria's dark eyes flashed with amusement at Sparrow and Gibbs standing there, mouth's agape eyes in shock as if someone had just announced a death.
"I'd love to," she stated, hooking her arm into Annie's. Ethan grasped Annie's skirt and with a backwards look at Sparrow, the quartet made their way below deck to their quarters, their silvery laughter echoing behind them in the afternoon air. Gibbs ran his hands through his hair, making it stand on end. Giving Sparrow a disgruntled look, he snagged a bottle of rum from a passing deckhand and took a healthy swallow. Handing the bottle to Jack, he watched the women disappear.
"Ah've said it before an' I'll say it again. Women are SORE bad luck sir." Jack drained a good amount of the bottle before wiping off the trickles that had escaped from the corners of his mouth onto the sleeve of his stained, comfortable, old coat.
"I'm beginning to agree, Gibbs." Gibbs snorted and the two turned their attention back to the crew. There was, you see, a large quantity of alcohol to be consumed and a crew to oversee. They were only human after all. Jack couldn't shake the nagging feeling that having this woman and the children aboard would be either the greatest mistake of his life, or the most fortunate. Shrugging, he staggered off with Gibbs towards where the rest of the crewmen were gathered, telling stories and drinking. The night was young and he intended to enjoy it.
SHOUT OUTS!!
Yay I'm so glad to see some of my Newsie fanfic readers here. Welcome guys!!
Just Duck—Yay!! I love kids but I'm definitely one of those 'love 'em but love more that they go home to other people' type of a person. At least right now anyways. I'm still young. *pokes* No need to keep a straight face. I hope this can be humorous as well as whatever other genre I made it, haheehe...
BrkLnLady – I read your Newsie story and I liked it a lot!! I reviewed it too, I hope you get it soon. I'm all about the cliffhangers, but you already know that..
Jenai Kenobi – Yay new reviewer!! *dances* I'm glad you like it, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update!!
Reese Sparrow – Here ya go! I'm glad you still like it, I hope I can get the muddled plot straight in my head.
Erinsailorditz – hah yay! I'm glad you like it. Yeah I think Jack and Gibbs are hilarious together in the movie so I tried to make that the same in this story. I'm not sure if Annie and Jack will end up together, I'll have to see how their chemistry goes. Annie DEFINITELY needs an adventure and who better to give her one than Jack Sparrow..
Jupiter's Light – I don't know about dead, but definitely toast. Glad you liked it!!
"Well? Haven't ye all seen a woman and children before? Get your mangy hides moving, we sail out of here NOW!" He brandished his pistol and tried to look menacing and insane, a look that apparently worked for his crew sprang into action. Jack pretended that they were more afraid of him than the fact that he was aiming a pistol at them.
Roughly grabbing Annie's upper arm, he frog-marched her down a set of stairs, awkwardly shoving her in front of him. She clutched Gwen to her tightly, and struggled to keep a hold of Ethan's collar. The little boy was more than a bit frightened, yet enthralled with the ship nonetheless.
Below, in the hold, the ship was dank and water dripped in many places. Seeing Annie's fearful glances at the dampness, he assured her that it was just moisture, not that the ship was springing a leak. She snorted and averted her eyes from his face. He led her to a door that he kicked open with one booted foot. The cabin was small, and there were a few pallets lying on the floor. It was obviously inhabited, there were clothes hanging on a hook and a pair of pistols lying on a small table.
The owner of the room was made quite clear as the dark-skinned woman came stomping down the stairs after them. Her inky black hair was secured off of her face by a piece of gray cloth wrapped around her forehead. Brown eyes snapped furiously at Sparrow. Sticking a finger in his face, she let loose with a smattering of the local language, waving her finger threateningly as if to punctuate what she was saying.
"English, Anna Maria." Jack's face was calm, belying the doubt that shown in his own brown eyes as he stood looking down at the small woman, broiling over with fury. Letting out a yowl, she threw her hands up in the air, her loose sleeves billowing down to her elbows. Annie looked at the other woman's sailor pants and dirty white blouse. This Anna Maria was barefoot and moved with the rolling, sure gait of one who had spent most of their life at sea.
"NO!" she finally spat out in English. Jack's face took an amused light which wasn't the most intelligent thing to do. Anna Maria's face hardened and she stood up on tip toe until she was nose-to-nose with the infamous Captain.
"I don't want to share my room," she forced out through gritted teeth. Jack shrugged a shoulder and waved a hand fluidly in Annie's direction. Gwen began to whimper and Annie simply unlaced the front of her bodice and let her nurse. Her body instantly calmed like it would when she used to nurse her Ezekiel. Pain shot through her chest at the thought of her beloved baby boy. Another reason she was sure Connor had perished. Right before he left, she had told him she was with child. He had seemed happy, and only a few weeks later had reluctantly come to tell her that he and his crew were to be sailing to the Colonies to deliver cargo. That had been the last she'd seen of him.
Ezekiel had been born nine months later, and she had found herself working for Angus in the tavern. He had been a quiet, smiling baby. She had counted herself lucky until he had awoken one morning, fussy and fevered. He had weakened, and gone to Heaven a week later. Annie had been cursing her luck and her life and drinking quite a bit after that. It wasn't until Sally had come around with her sister's two babies that she had offered Annie a chance to become happy again.
And looking after the two wee ones HAD made her happy again, and she had awoken each morning since with a better perspective on life. Sally offering up her two babies to this 'man' was preposterous. She had agreed to come along only for their benefit. Focusing her eyes, she noticed Jack's eyes fastened to her bosom and she turned her back sharply, with a deathly look shot at him.
Jack innocently smiled at her and directed his gaze back to the ranting Anna Maria, who was pacing back and forth in front of Jack. She looked like a giant jungle cat, and if she'd had a tail it would no doubt be lashing along behind her.
"Anna Maria.....I'm tellin' ya as yer Captain that you need to share this room, and I'm askin' ya as a friend to let them stay in yer room." Sparrow's quiet interjection silenced Anna Maria, who only stood and looked up at him silently for a few moments before dropping her incredulous eyes and darting a look at Annie and the two children.
"Fine, Sparrow, they can stay here." Jack flashed her a charming grin before looking at her sharply.
"Captain, Anna Maria. Call me Captain, please. Splendid! You can settle yourself in here, Annie. Come up on deck when you're ready. I'll introduce you to the rest of the gentlemen." And with that, Sparrow lurched upstairs towards the deck slamming the cabin door behind him.
Silence reigned thick in the cabin as Anna Maria stood by the door, fuming. Ethan chanced a look at the pirate woman, and for a brief second, Annie thought she saw the other woman's face soften before she scowled and looked away. Annie finished nursing Gwen and laid her down on a spare pallet after asking the pirate if she could do so.
"Aye," she spat back in return. "That 'un be yours, yours and the children's." Annie looked at the stained mattress in distaste before shrugging and spreading a thin blanket from her sack over it. Lying Gwen down carefully, she set about changing the infant's diaper. Ethan decided to toddle in front of Anna Maria and stood, his arms crossed like hers, his face mimicking her frown.
Anna Maria's lips twitched slightly at the sight of the towheaded boy trying to appear frightening, his large blue eyes winking up at her. Lowering herself so that she was at his height, she gave him a baleful look.
"And what be your name, oh fearful one?" Ethan looked taken aback before he got a hold of himself and tried not to giggle.
"Ethan!" Anna Maria nodded sagely as if that was what she had been expecting. Ethan set about fluttering around her, his little fingers twisting in a rather expensive looking gold necklace that hung about the pirate's neck. Annie started to tell him to leave her alone, worried that he would ruin her jewelry. Anna Maria held up a slender hand, and for once almost looked friendly.
"It's okay," she said hesitantly. "He reminds me of my baby brother Raoul." A forlorn shadow passed over Anna Maria's face before she abruptly stood up and shook her head. Casting a haughty glance at Annie, she turned to go.
"Don't be too long, the crew is fearful curious about you all and it would be better for ye to get it out of the way as soon as possible." Annie nodded mutely and watched the pirate woman disappear the same way Jack had gone before lifting Gwen to her shoulder and leaning up against the cabin wall, her eyes closing against her will. A tear leaked out of the corner of one of her eyelids, and she had almost forgotten about Ethan until she felt him wipe her cheeks.
"Why are you cryin'?" Annie opened her eyes to see Ethan perched in front of her, his round face serious. She forced out a chuckle and wiped her nose on the back of her hand.
"No reason, poppet." Ethan gave her a look before standing up on sturdy, little legs. He wore a small shirt and dark brown breeches. His little shoes were battered, but they would last him awhile. Annie re- wrapped Gwen up in a shawl and together they made their way onto the deck.
The pirates were all at work, some in the rigging, one up in the crow's nest, and the rest running around controlling the sails or doing Sparrow's bidding. Anna Maria and a large, portly man with gray mutton chops were scrubbing the deck. Neither one looked happy about it, but she supposed that one had to do what the Captain told them. Sparrow was standing behind the big ship's wheel, his hands lightly dancing over the handles, his hair blowing in the stiff breeze that whipped ropes out of sailor's hands and made the sails billow.
Annie took in a deep breath and steadied herself as a large gust of air buffeted her. Little Ethan had already taken off across the deck towards Sparrow. For some reason the boy had a strange attraction with spending time with the older man. He didn't see the slippery deck in front of him until he skidded across the soapy patch of wood, his arms wind milling crazily along behind him. Anna Maria shouted, and Annie started forward, but it was the portly gray haired man who neatly snagged the boy by his collar and set him down on a dry patch of deck.
"Ye should be more careful, lad." The man stated solemnly, his eyes red and bloodshot. He looked more than hung-over and Annie was certain he would reek of stale alcohol. But he swatted the little boy's behind in a friendly gesture and sent him on his way towards Sparrow. Annie paused as she delicately stepped over the wet portion of deck and looked at the man.
"Thank you sir," she said quietly. The man's cheeks reddened, but he ducked his head at her and shrugged uncomfortably.
"Think nothing of it, lass."
"I'm Annie Lindsay," she said, juggling Gwen and sticking out a hand. The man looked at it for what seemed to be forever before taking it into his own larger, rougher one and pumping it up and down.
"Gibbs," he said simply.
"The little boy is Ethan, and this is Gwen." Annie pulled back a fold of the blanket to reveal Gwen's cherubic, sleeping face. Gibbs hesitantly reached out a finger to touch one of her clenched fists, but the child made a sound in her sleep and he jerked back. Anna Maria barked out a laugh, and lowered her eyes when Annie looked at her, also amused.
"It's okay, she's still sleeping." Gibbs suddenly seemed to remember where he was and what he was doing, for he muttered something to her that she couldn't quite make out and went back to his scrubbing the deck. Annie raised an eyebrow and continued on her way until she stood next to Sparrow. The slender man winked at her in greeting and looked down at Ethan who had attached himself to his leg.
"Steady on there sailor, don't you think you should let go for a tick, hmm?" Ethan shook his head and Jack's face darkened momentarily before he smiled winningly down at the little boy.
"I'll let you steer the ship," he said, his tone of voice honeyed and wheedling at different turns. Annie shot him a dark look which he let roll off his back before lifting Ethan up into his arms and placing the boy's hands on the wheel, placing his larger hands over the smaller ones.
"Now," he said. "You just let me guide you and close your eyes. It's much better that way." Both Ethan and Sparrow obediently closed their eyes and Jack steered, letting Ethan believe that he was in fact, guiding the Black Pearl through the Caribbean waters. Annie watched them, not letting the smile that was painfully trapped in her throat surface upon her face.
A midget pirate, with a shaved head and a golden earring stumped up to the helm, wearing a scowl on his face worse than Anna Maria's. Jack's eyes flew open and he cocked his head at the little man.
"Aye, Murphy what is it?" Murphy straightened his leather vest that hung over his barrel chest and grumpily looked up at Sparrow before relaying the coordinates of wherever they were going to Sparrow from a map he had clenched in his dirty, small hands. Sparrow had been impressed with Murphy during the battles they had waged with Barbossa and his crew and had been teaching him how to navigate. Sparrow checked the dwarf's coordinates with his own and nodded, his braided goatee bobbing merrily.
"That's right, Murphy! Free grog for everyone!" The sailor's cheered and Annie rolled her eyes. Sensing someone next to her, she turned to see Anna Maria looking at the rest of the crew, her eyes as grim as Annie's.
"Drinks all around," the pirate woman muttered. "That's all they do is drink, and they don't need naught for an excuse." Gibbs and Sparrow were sharing a silver flask between them, and Sparrow, noticing the two women glaring at them handed the flask out to Annie.
Annie gave him a challenging look before taking a huge swig out of the container and handing it to Anna Maria. Hefting Gwen onto her other shoulder, she jerked her chin at the other woman.
"How nice of the Captain to give us this flask full of liquor. Let's go fix up our cabin and share it. What d'you think?" Anna Maria's dark eyes flashed with amusement at Sparrow and Gibbs standing there, mouth's agape eyes in shock as if someone had just announced a death.
"I'd love to," she stated, hooking her arm into Annie's. Ethan grasped Annie's skirt and with a backwards look at Sparrow, the quartet made their way below deck to their quarters, their silvery laughter echoing behind them in the afternoon air. Gibbs ran his hands through his hair, making it stand on end. Giving Sparrow a disgruntled look, he snagged a bottle of rum from a passing deckhand and took a healthy swallow. Handing the bottle to Jack, he watched the women disappear.
"Ah've said it before an' I'll say it again. Women are SORE bad luck sir." Jack drained a good amount of the bottle before wiping off the trickles that had escaped from the corners of his mouth onto the sleeve of his stained, comfortable, old coat.
"I'm beginning to agree, Gibbs." Gibbs snorted and the two turned their attention back to the crew. There was, you see, a large quantity of alcohol to be consumed and a crew to oversee. They were only human after all. Jack couldn't shake the nagging feeling that having this woman and the children aboard would be either the greatest mistake of his life, or the most fortunate. Shrugging, he staggered off with Gibbs towards where the rest of the crewmen were gathered, telling stories and drinking. The night was young and he intended to enjoy it.
SHOUT OUTS!!
Yay I'm so glad to see some of my Newsie fanfic readers here. Welcome guys!!
Just Duck—Yay!! I love kids but I'm definitely one of those 'love 'em but love more that they go home to other people' type of a person. At least right now anyways. I'm still young. *pokes* No need to keep a straight face. I hope this can be humorous as well as whatever other genre I made it, haheehe...
BrkLnLady – I read your Newsie story and I liked it a lot!! I reviewed it too, I hope you get it soon. I'm all about the cliffhangers, but you already know that..
Jenai Kenobi – Yay new reviewer!! *dances* I'm glad you like it, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update!!
Reese Sparrow – Here ya go! I'm glad you still like it, I hope I can get the muddled plot straight in my head.
Erinsailorditz – hah yay! I'm glad you like it. Yeah I think Jack and Gibbs are hilarious together in the movie so I tried to make that the same in this story. I'm not sure if Annie and Jack will end up together, I'll have to see how their chemistry goes. Annie DEFINITELY needs an adventure and who better to give her one than Jack Sparrow..
Jupiter's Light – I don't know about dead, but definitely toast. Glad you liked it!!