Speaking of the Past by Taurus-Sparrow-0506

Chapter 10: Nights of Gratitude

Rating: PG-13 (a bit o' language)

Genre: Drama/Romance

Ships: Jack/Anamaria forever, an a bit o' Will/Elizabeth

A/N: Yes I have found a way to update this piece of crap. Thanks to all my faithful reviewers and so on with the story.

"Are ye riled wit' me Jack?" Anamaria asked leaning back onto his chest letting her arms hang over his bent knees on the side of her.

"I told ye I'm not Maria," he said wrapping his strong arms around her stomach.

"It's jus that… ye've been so distant lately."

"Well I think I'm close enough now luv," the pirate whispered into her ear. He began to move the hair from her neck kissing the brown skin that lie there.

"I owe ye me life Jack," she said with a soft moan at his touch. He laughed at the sound, his warm, rum laden breath raising the skin of her neck.

"One night o' gratitude will certainly be enough." Jack moved his rough hand to travel along the inside of her leg, still kissing along the flesh her shoulder and up to her neck. Interrupting the moment was a knock at the door, which only made Jack continue to kiss her faster. "God. Not now," he mumbled into her skin.

"Who is it?" Anamaria asked after creating another soft moan from her throat. There was a silent but active pause before the person seemed to answer.

And with a soft and timid voice the guest responded, "I's Marcel."

"Can't a man have some alone time wit' 'is girl?" he asked with a quiet sigh of frustration. Maria sat up from her comfortable position, turning around to face him.

"I'm sorry Jack," Ana said kissing him on the cheek.

"So tha' means I hafta leave?" He was childishly upset but delighted at the second intimate act she made upon him.

"You'll 'ave your night of gratitude soon enough. I promise," she whispered into his ear in the manner of most pleasurable company sending chills up his spine. He gave her a final kiss before getting up and opening the door to find Marcel standing there.

Jack gave him a warm smile ruffling the boy's brown hair. " 'Ow are ye lad?" Marcel seemed startled and confused at the question but answered anyway.

"I… I'm fine sir."

"Well good. I'll be off then." Jack went behind the boy putting one hand on the door. He turned to Ana and shrugged with a confused expression held on his face.

"Get th' 'ell out Jack." Upon his leaving she patted the spot infront of her.

"You can talk to that man like that?" he asked sitting infront of the woman in question.

"I… i's a bit complex lad." She paused momentarily before continuing again. " 'E an' I… we're--" Figuring that the matter was indeed complex he decided to press another matter.

"If you don' mind me askin'… why'd you leave me?" Anamaria sighed turning her attention out of the porthole at the moon. She knew that he would want to know sooner or later and that the subject seemed unavoidable but… why now?

"Marcel I was 16 when I left ye-- For th' las' 8 almos' 9 years I've been tryin' t' answer the' same question me self." He only kept staring at her not satisfied with her answer, causing her to roll her eyes and sigh.

"T' tell ye th' truth Marcel, I can't say I know. I 'ad t' leave or I would've ended up getting' raped or beatin' again--"

"What?" the boy asked. As the day went on he was becoming more and more confused. Ana focused her attention towards the door now hoping Jack would come through the door to rescue her from this almost hellish conversation.

"Almost 11 years ago, Mr. Hunter…raped me." She felt so uncomfortable talking about this with the child she had only just got back but she had to say something sooner or later.

"He's my father?" There was a long pause as empty tears welled in her eyes. "So I'm a produc' a rape?"

"So are a lotta slaves." Anamaria looked at him for a moment studying his features after blinking back the tears. She tried to joke about it, failing miserably. " 'Ow did ye think ye got light skin an' brown 'air?" She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. "I came back for you because…" the female pirate put her elbows onto her knees placing her head in her hands shaking it furiously.

"Th' truth is… I wanted t' come back for ye. I really did but it was Jack that came. I was beginnin' t' 'ave dreams about ye and I 'ad t' tell 'im. 'E was mad at me for a day for not telling 'im sooner but 'e decided to bring me into Georgia t' get ye." Even though confused about who this Jack person was and why he was doing these things for her he still decided to move on. He would be living here wouldn't he, with the two of them, so surely he'd find out in time.

"You wasen't even the one who came ta get me," he said a bit louder than he had been before.

"If ye're mad at me… ye 'ave ev'ry right ta be but… I'm sorry an' I hope ye can forgive me." She wasn't sure if he did forgive her, seeing as he chose to avoid the remark she had just made by focusing back towards a past comment.

"What kinda dreams?" Ana stood up now standing at the porthole.

"I dreamed about ye getting' beatin by ye're 'uncle' Gavin, twice."

And then in a timid voice the light skinned boy said: " 'E did. An' so did Hunter." His mother's eyes held so much sadness and guilt. It was her fault that so much had happened to him. But now everything would be better wouldn't it?

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Jack stood at the helm of the ship contemplating whether or not he should go back or not hoping they were finished with their conversation.

"Jack! Are ye even listenin' t' me?" asked Gibbs who was at the moment sitting on top of a crate off to the side of Jack.

"Take the helm for me Gibbs…an' i's cap'n meboy." Saying this to the half-drunken sailor he sauntered off below deck to see if Anamaria was finished yet. He was hoping she was for the simple fact that he was awaiting the night o' gratitude that she still owed him.

He opened the door carefully. Sticking his bead adorned head into the room he saw the two of them in his bed fast asleep, Marcel's head on Ana's shoulder. The way the two heathens positioned themselves on the bed there was no way he would even be able to squeeze himself onto the edge from either side.

'Shoot me now.' He thought moving walking to the seat, plopping down and swinging his legs up to the top of the desk. "Ye can keep ye're life but ye owe me a couple nights o' gratitude now."

A/N: The last sentence connects with the first part of the chapter so make sure you actually read it (Do as I say not as I do.)

Yes I know there has been a lot of sleeping in this story but I'm gonna try t' keep it at bay.