Speaking of the Past

Chapter 6: Thank ye's

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Drama/Romance

Pairing: Jack/Ana forever and a lil bit of Will/Liz

Alton took her hand in his as she came to sit down beside him. "I jes' want te' say thank ye. Fer bringin' me back here."

"What happened to you out there?" he asked with a light southern accent. She smiled at him reassuringly.

"It was jes' that I 'ad a lit'l vision, or rather flashback o' somethin' 'at happened a while o go. And I thought it was you. I'm really sorry fer all o' this."

"It's okay," he said rubbing her check with his thumb. She sat there uncomfortably for a moment before he spoke again. "That Jack fellow, you're not courting him are you?"

"As a matter of fact she is," Jack said coming in his usual drunken swagger, down the steps. "An' I suggest ye take ye hands off o' 'er. Or I'll have ye neck, savvy?" Alton smirked. Anamaria snatched her hand up and jumped to her feet.

"Ye should probably leave. I appreciate th' help but ye got t' go now," she said icily at the man. Anamaria watched his figure retreat towards the door and then out of it. "Leave me alone for a bit. I need to think." Anamaria said making her way to the room that she and Jack occupied at the moment.

She sat on the balcony leaning against the railing. She enjoyed the breeze as it toyed with her hair, blowing the strands within itself. She thought about the things that had happened recently. Her and Jack were so happy now. They had the Pearl and each other. But the dreams, they had to come in and fuck everything up. Why did she get them anyway? They had only begun to come so recently.

She still remembered that night. Jack had woken her up hearing her screams, he was a light sleeper after all. He was so confused when she told him, and hurt and betrayed. He stormed out of the room and stayed at the helm till the morning. Now she just wished that she would have told him? But when would she have? What would she say?

'Oh, Jack I just wanted to tell you that I used to be a slave and I have a son that's the product of a rape from my former master.'

Anamaria sighed and looked out into the distance. She wondered if Marcel was still live. What did he look like? She longed to see the boy. It was a shame that she didn't even have the heart to go back to get him. How would Jack react if she even asked to go to get him? He'd probably laugh in her face.

'An' how th' bloddy 'ell d' ye think we'd get th' bastard back? Jes' waltz up t' th' bloody plantation, knock on th' door and say I wan' th' boy Marcel from ye?'

She laughed uneasily at the thought. Jack would never do that. He wouldn't say those words to her. He'd help her get the boy back. Wouldn't he? She didn't know at this moment. The pirate had been so upset with her over the past few days. He pushed her away and ignored her and made her do more of the chores than others. But at times it seemed as though he was trying to forgive her. He had taken her hand when they walked the streets of Port Royal. He had run his fingers along her back with sorrow filled eyes and a gentle touch. He had spent that same night making it up to her. It had only been 3 damned days. Why was that man so fucking difficult?

Jack and Ana began to prepare for their departure from the Turner household. It was very early in the morning before sunrise, and there they worked silently strapping themselves with swords, daggers and pistols.

"Ready luv?" Jack asked once he himself was ready to leave.

"Aye. Les go," she said following her mate out the door.

They managed to make it out of the house without disturbing their hosts and now they were headed down to the harbor, trying to go unnoticed.

They made it down to the harbor pushing a rowboat into the water before jumping into it and rowing towards the ship that lay miles outland. The half an hour it took to get to the ship was silent. Each lost in their own thoughts as Jack rowed and Ana held the lantern.

"Get up ye mangy sea dogs!" Said Anamaria, making her way to the sleeping quarters once they had gotten to the ship. Jack headed to the helm as the crew began to appear on deck. "Raise anchor! We set sail!" Jack motioned for Gibbs to come to him making sure that his plan was in order.

"Gibbs, me boy! Does th' crew know o' th' destination?" the captain asked putting an arm around the shoulder of the older sailor.

"No sir," Gibbs said confused, not sure if they should or shouldn't know.

"Good. Keep it tha' way if ye don' min'." Of course there was no point in telling the crew if he didn't even have an escape plan yet. He had 2 days left and he needed to hurry up the thought process.

"Capt'n? Where we headed?" Anamaria asked working on one of the ropes from a few feet away below. He hadn't noticed her there before and he hoped she hadn't heard him and it was just coincidence that she asked where they were going.

"Antigua Bay, luv."

"What be in Antigua Bay?"

"Pirate treasure," he said with a gold and white grin. And a special present you've been wanting for a long time, he added silently. He just hoped that he could find a way to rescue the bastard now.

A/N: Yes I know it's short, a bit choppy and some other shit but I had to get a chapter up soon or it would start tearing me up. So here it is in all it's glory, ready for reviews.