The Makings of a Third Mistress

Chapter 4: A Way With Words

By: Morgan Victoria a.k.a. Rose Noire le Mort

Disclaimer: No I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did do you really think Jack (Johnny) and Will (Orlando) would keep their clothes on? And plus I wouldn't be broke and I'd be in the film, having all of my scenes with Zoë and Johnny and Orlando and Lee and Mackenzie-- okay never mind but I still hold no claims to POTC.

AN: Yes here I am to thank all my loyal fans and reviewers: LykosDracos(x2), Terriah(x2), cal(x3), freak and proud(x3), Captain Ammie, tia, kungfuchick, redangel97 and Original Max A.

Such a way with words, Ana thought as he now ran his hands over her skin. Damn, she shouldn't have given in this easily. He had gotten her to forgive him with only the simplest of riddles:

"Ana, love, you-"

"Don't make this harder than it is Jack," she said sitting on the rail of the ship. The place she always came, ever since she was a little girl on her father's vessel.

Jack sighed. Here was Anamaria, and she was there with a set mind. This could quite possibly be harder than talking his way out of the noose or acting as an English clergyman. (Both of which he had tried- and succeeded with- numerous times.)

"Ana, it was a long time ago, love."

"And yet you claim, reluctantly though, that you still have it for her." Love she meant. Of course it wasn't flamboyant. No one would even know anyone but Anamaria was on Jack Sparrow's mind- unless you were Ana, the object of his affection.

"It's just a bit hard letting go love." Ha! Hard letting go! Ana thought, jumping from the railing. After 12 years! "Did you expect me to forget all about Teralyn?"

Anamaria responded bitterly. "No- Of course no but after 12 years I would expect for you to be able to focus on someone else! She's a ghost! She can't come back to you Jack!" she yelled but now dropping her voice. "Don't you get it Jack? Do you choose a ghost over me, flesh and blood?"

"Ana," he said taking a step towards her. "I'd always choose you."

"Jack," she turned her back to him, crossing her long arms. And as he suspected it was almost as hard as talking himself out of a noose. So therefore he interrupted her, "you-"

"Ana. Just listen to what I've said and what I have to say because this may very well be the last time I'll ever say this," Ana nodded. "I love you Ana."

"Not as much as you love this damned ship," she seethed not able to take his words seriously but responding as if a taste of his sickening and devilish charm.

"You are the only person who comes before The Pearl." This-! This brightened Ana's mood and spirits when at once they were low. To come before the Black Pearl! Captain Jack Sparrow! Anyone should live to see the day.

She started words but trailed off. "Jack I don't…"

"Don't then. Just tell me you forgive me." So she did, and as long lives go in most fairytales they lived what could be considered happily ever after for a pirate and piratess. That is, until one 'minor' occurrence 3 years later in the 18th Century on the date of April 30, 1709. And here is the way the tale should be told:

"Ana love, this," he said looking at the other woman, "is Teralyn." And the mugs of rum from Anamaria's hand fell to the ground.

A/N: I'm sorry it's so short but I have a bit of writer's block and limited bit of compute time nowadays but I will always continue posting even if it's five months in between. And yes I did change the name from Tessica to Teralyn.

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