A/N- Now that school has just about ended, I'm going to have a lot more
time to write. It's been an busy to and a half months, but I'm glad my
hiatus is over.
I'm glad to be back!
Huggles to Silva, because she rocks.
MILLIE, TRY TO FIND MISTAKES! IT IS MISTAKES-LESS!!!
"Ana?"
In the darkness of the ship's cabin, the female pirate fell back to consciousness. She hadn't been asleep, but the hoarse whisper had shattered her thoughts. She sat up, looking at the direction from where the voice had come from.
"Elizabeth, is that you?"
Her figure was silhouetted against the door, the slivers of moonlight snaking in through the window.
"There's someone on board. Jack seems really upset; he's pulled his gun." The words fell outward in a rush. During the slight pause that followed, a shout was heard from above the deck. Anamaria sat up quickly, rummaging for a sword, cursing.
"Damn it," she breathed, finding the sword she was looking for and following Elizabeth up the short flight of stairs. Elizabeth shoved the door roughly open, and for a moment, Anamaria felt her heart stop.
Jack had his pistol pointed toward a cloaked figure who stood near the gang plank the crew had set down before they had gone ashore. Will stood near Jack, his eyes flickering between the hooded stranger and Jack. The rest of the crew stood back, obviously unsure of what to do. Ana unsheathed the sword, walking toward Jack, anger rising up in her.
"Jack, what in God's name is going on?" She spoke through clenched teeth, and her knuckles were white against the silver handle.
"He has something of mine that I need." The stranger spoke in a soft, but nonetheless dangerous voice.
"Get the hell off my ship." There was an edge to Jack's voice that she had not had in his voice for quite a while. From what she could see, all the stranger held was a gold dagger, but she felt highly uneasy around this man. She hoped someone felt it too, but something about his presence sent shivers down her spine. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Jack, give him what he's asking for, and let it go."
"Listen to her, Sparrow. Give it to me, and no blood will be shed."
Jack's hand met Anamaria's and took it off his shoulder. "Stay out of this," he whispered.
"I am losing patience."
The next few moments were a blur; the stranger threw that dagger he was holding with unnatural accuracy, and Anamaria felt the metal bite into her shoulder, and she stumbled, giving a strangled cry. Then there was the sound of Jack's pistol firing, and a thud and the stranger crumpled and hit the deck. Her sword fell and she wrenched the blade out, and gasped at the pain. It fell with a clatter, which was the only other sound aside from her breathing. Will turned to her, eyes wide.
"Are you alright?" She nodded, which was a complete lie. There was a shout from Gibbs as he neared the docks with a few crew members, and Jack strode forward and picked up the body, dumping it overboard.
"What happened?" Was all Gibbs could choke out.
"We're leaving. Prepare to sail." Said Jack shortly.
The blood had soaked through Anamaria's shirt, and she had ended up having Will help dress the wound she had received. The only light came from two lanterns hanging on the ceiling, swaying slightly in time with the rocking of the ship. Most of the crew was outside with Jack, and only Will, Elizabeth, and herself sat in an uneasy silence. Ana sat with her head resting against the wood of the wall, ignoring the sting in her arm. Although she did not have the entire story as of yet, it was now apparent that Jack had been hiding something from all of them.
Will sat with Elizabeth, his arm around her.
The door swung open, and Jack appeared, his face unreadable.
"How's your arm doing?"
Anamaria paused for a split second, and stood up so quickly, she nearly upset the bedside table.
"After all that's happened tonight, all you can do is ask me how my arm is?" All the rage she had been feeling was slowly beginning to boil over.
Jack shook his head. "Ana-" he began. However, he was cut off when Ana's hand made sharp contact with his face.
"What in blazes happened tonight?" She glared at him. "You owe everyone an explanation."
"Since when has it bothered you if I got into a fight or not?" The edge was back in his voice, as he crossed his arms.
"That man wasn't. . . he was strange. . . you know that." This time, it was Elizabeth who spoke. "What did he want from you?"
Jack stood there, looking around the room. "Since when has it mattered who I have dealings with?"
"Just tell us what you stole from him, and that'll be enough." Will looked at him imploringly. "Just that. Anamaria's right; you owe us that much."
Jack sighed, folding his arms across his chest and keeping his voice as steady as possible, which was taking an obvious effort.
"Back when I. . . back when I was first captain of the Black Pearl, we were in Tortuga, which was where I first met up with the rest of my crew. We used some of the money we'd plundered to have a little fun, before we left." He avoided Anamaria's gaze as he spoke, as she began to realize exactly what had happened the night she'd come to that awful town with him the first time. "I met Giselle, and Scarlett."
Anamaria worried her bottom lip, tasting blood.
"After we left, and I was marooned, Barbossa went to Isla de la Muerta, and became cursed." He paused momentarily. "They headed for Tortuga and bought some thrills with the gold they had found. Giselle wanted more money than one of the crewmates offered her, and so she did some snooping around the captain's room. There was a scrap of parchment left on the case where the Aztec gold was kept. That's what I have now."
Anamaria nodded slightly.
"I'm going to get some rest. See you in the morning."
A/N- Next chapter up VERY shortly.
"Ana?"
In the darkness of the ship's cabin, the female pirate fell back to consciousness. She hadn't been asleep, but the hoarse whisper had shattered her thoughts. She sat up, looking at the direction from where the voice had come from.
"Elizabeth, is that you?"
Her figure was silhouetted against the door, the slivers of moonlight snaking in through the window.
"There's someone on board. Jack seems really upset; he's pulled his gun." The words fell outward in a rush. During the slight pause that followed, a shout was heard from above the deck. Anamaria sat up quickly, rummaging for a sword, cursing.
"Damn it," she breathed, finding the sword she was looking for and following Elizabeth up the short flight of stairs. Elizabeth shoved the door roughly open, and for a moment, Anamaria felt her heart stop.
Jack had his pistol pointed toward a cloaked figure who stood near the gang plank the crew had set down before they had gone ashore. Will stood near Jack, his eyes flickering between the hooded stranger and Jack. The rest of the crew stood back, obviously unsure of what to do. Ana unsheathed the sword, walking toward Jack, anger rising up in her.
"Jack, what in God's name is going on?" She spoke through clenched teeth, and her knuckles were white against the silver handle.
"He has something of mine that I need." The stranger spoke in a soft, but nonetheless dangerous voice.
"Get the hell off my ship." There was an edge to Jack's voice that she had not had in his voice for quite a while. From what she could see, all the stranger held was a gold dagger, but she felt highly uneasy around this man. She hoped someone felt it too, but something about his presence sent shivers down her spine. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Jack, give him what he's asking for, and let it go."
"Listen to her, Sparrow. Give it to me, and no blood will be shed."
Jack's hand met Anamaria's and took it off his shoulder. "Stay out of this," he whispered.
"I am losing patience."
The next few moments were a blur; the stranger threw that dagger he was holding with unnatural accuracy, and Anamaria felt the metal bite into her shoulder, and she stumbled, giving a strangled cry. Then there was the sound of Jack's pistol firing, and a thud and the stranger crumpled and hit the deck. Her sword fell and she wrenched the blade out, and gasped at the pain. It fell with a clatter, which was the only other sound aside from her breathing. Will turned to her, eyes wide.
"Are you alright?" She nodded, which was a complete lie. There was a shout from Gibbs as he neared the docks with a few crew members, and Jack strode forward and picked up the body, dumping it overboard.
"What happened?" Was all Gibbs could choke out.
"We're leaving. Prepare to sail." Said Jack shortly.
The blood had soaked through Anamaria's shirt, and she had ended up having Will help dress the wound she had received. The only light came from two lanterns hanging on the ceiling, swaying slightly in time with the rocking of the ship. Most of the crew was outside with Jack, and only Will, Elizabeth, and herself sat in an uneasy silence. Ana sat with her head resting against the wood of the wall, ignoring the sting in her arm. Although she did not have the entire story as of yet, it was now apparent that Jack had been hiding something from all of them.
Will sat with Elizabeth, his arm around her.
The door swung open, and Jack appeared, his face unreadable.
"How's your arm doing?"
Anamaria paused for a split second, and stood up so quickly, she nearly upset the bedside table.
"After all that's happened tonight, all you can do is ask me how my arm is?" All the rage she had been feeling was slowly beginning to boil over.
Jack shook his head. "Ana-" he began. However, he was cut off when Ana's hand made sharp contact with his face.
"What in blazes happened tonight?" She glared at him. "You owe everyone an explanation."
"Since when has it bothered you if I got into a fight or not?" The edge was back in his voice, as he crossed his arms.
"That man wasn't. . . he was strange. . . you know that." This time, it was Elizabeth who spoke. "What did he want from you?"
Jack stood there, looking around the room. "Since when has it mattered who I have dealings with?"
"Just tell us what you stole from him, and that'll be enough." Will looked at him imploringly. "Just that. Anamaria's right; you owe us that much."
Jack sighed, folding his arms across his chest and keeping his voice as steady as possible, which was taking an obvious effort.
"Back when I. . . back when I was first captain of the Black Pearl, we were in Tortuga, which was where I first met up with the rest of my crew. We used some of the money we'd plundered to have a little fun, before we left." He avoided Anamaria's gaze as he spoke, as she began to realize exactly what had happened the night she'd come to that awful town with him the first time. "I met Giselle, and Scarlett."
Anamaria worried her bottom lip, tasting blood.
"After we left, and I was marooned, Barbossa went to Isla de la Muerta, and became cursed." He paused momentarily. "They headed for Tortuga and bought some thrills with the gold they had found. Giselle wanted more money than one of the crewmates offered her, and so she did some snooping around the captain's room. There was a scrap of parchment left on the case where the Aztec gold was kept. That's what I have now."
Anamaria nodded slightly.
"I'm going to get some rest. See you in the morning."
A/N- Next chapter up VERY shortly.