Speaking of the Past

Chapter 13: Reasons Why.

A/N: Yo! I just got that Shinedown 'Leave a Whisper' joint! That shit is off the fucking hook! I love Burning Bright, All I Ever Wanted, Lacerated and Simple Man! That cd is so damned hott! But anyway I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long for those of you who really give a damned. But anyway here it is. And remember to review!

Kungfuchick: I'm glad she's ticking you off that's what she's here for. ?But anyway thanks for the review.

Everywhere Yet Nowhere: thanks for the review. Yes more niceness is on the way.

Nykky: Not meaning to be rude but that stuff you were talking about doesn't affect me. But if it wasn't supposed to then great. I have no idea who in the bloody blue hell Jimmy Hendrix is and truly I really don't care. I know it might be different t for you but I live in an all black neighborhood and it's not okay to be different. Black people are afraid of what they don't know. (Not all but a lot) These people around here don't care about being an individual. You have to be like everyone else. You have to listen to the music, dress like an Apple Bottom model and think Nelly is the hottest man on Earth to truly be black in their eyes. But anyway on to the story…

Jack and Anamaria stood at the helm of the Pearl. They had been silent for many long moments steering the ship together but their eyes on the seemingly black waters of the pure Caribbean ocean. Above their heads was the moon full and burning bright. Tonight was a beautiful night and the two of them looked lovely together with her hand over his on the wheel of the ship and his arm over hers as it lay across her abdomen.

It was an awkward night seeing as there was no one else on the deck. They weren't very much concerned about that at the moment having the whole deck to themselves to do whatever they wanted… But it wouldn't be too much of anything on deck; I mean sure the Black Pearl was a large ship but there weren't that many places to be.

Jack pulled her closer, only now after a long time, moving anything than his hand at the wheel and looking from the ocean. He brushed her hair to one side kissing the skin on the opposite one. It felt good, very good and she laughed at it. Well… maybe it was more of a giggle.

"Jack!" she almost squealed to him. She turned around to face Jack; their arms no longer where they once were except Jack's that remained at the wheel. A hand reached up to touch his dirty, rough face. She could feel the hairs of his beard on her palm but something didn't seem right to her. No, something was definitely wrong. What she saw when she looked at his face: a chocolate brown hand on his peach shaded skin. She felt as though she was just figuring out that she was a Negro for the first time.

"Jack…" she whispered in a soft voice that was so unlike her.

"What's wrong love?"

"I… you… you're…" What the bloody hell was she trying to get at?

"Ana? What's wrong?" he put a hand over the one at his face. It only added to her despair. They sat there for a moment, Jack still in a confused state of mind as tears welled in Anamaria's eyes. They threatened to fall for a moment before one lone soldier proceeded to roll onto her dark face. "Don't cry love. It ain't for you," the captain said wiping the lone tear with his thumb.

"Jack…" This time her hand shook involuntarily and vigorously scarring Jack. What the bloody hell was happening to her? A sob was choked back as she fled from him, running down the steps blindly nearly tripping over a few ropes and barrels in the process.

"Gibbs!" Jack yelled towards the quartermaster who at the time was below deck probably drinking himself to death. "Argh…" he mumbled after getting no answer from him. "Gibbs!" he yelled a bit louder. Sure enough up came the almost drunken quartermaster towards the helm with a bottle of rum in his hands.

"Yes cap'n."

"Take the helm… And easy on me rum." The pirates exchanged nods before the one in charge sauntered away.

There was only one place to go to get the answers he wanted. If he went to Anamaria and his cabin first he wouldn't get a true answer. It'd either be half ass or none at all. He knew that the girl, Claudia, yes that was her name and she was the one who had caused the sudden change in Ana's behavior. The one who had probably put many crazy ideas into her head about… well he really didn't know what the ideas were about but he pretty much had a vague idea. He would get the answers from Claudia and she would be forced to tell him. This was his boat after all and he pretty much owned her right now.

"Claudia opened this damned door right now!" From the other side of the door Claudia could tell that Jack was in an angered mood. Though she hadn't known him longer than a day or two it was quite obvious. She rushed to the door to open it keeping her eyes downcast. Never look a white man in the eye.

"Yessir," she said quietly.

"I need to speak to you." He turned around and walked towards the deck with the young girl following. "What did you say to Ana?" He tried his best to keep his voice low not wanting for Gibbs to hear and making sure he at least didn't start off yelling.

"I don't believe I said much of any importance to her sir." He rolled his eyes.

"Enough with the: I'm innocent, I'm just a lowly slave bullshit. I know you said something to her or else she wouldn't have made off like she did. So I'm gonna ask you again- What did you say to Anamaria?" She cocked her eye at him. Were they all like that at the Forthes Plantation? Well they might as well be they don't have anything to be afraid of. They had probably got it all, the raping, the beating. There wasn't much they hadn't experienced.

"Anamaria believes in freedom. There ain't such a thing. I told her she's like everyone else wit' brown skin: a nigga, a whore. I know that this ship is filled with a good amount of white men haven't seen their wives in ages haven't felt the warmth of a woman's flesh. People like you all… you always get what you."

"People like me?"

"White people. White men." She wanted to spit the words at him. Oh how she wanted to do it.

"Don't you dare try comin' on my ship tellin' me about white men! You don't know I've seen girl," he seethed behind gritted gold and white teeth.

"I told her she should be with that other sailor… Michael."

"Sorry lass. She's wit' me."

"So she is your whore." She was just like Anamaria, she sure had balls.

"First off she doesn't belong to me and no she's not anyone's strumpet."

"She isn't."

"No. What else did you say to her?"

"She told us she was dropping us in the Caribbean just like she left Marcel." Jack had the sickening urge to slap her at the moment. And he did.

"Mind you're business. This is my ship and you'll be off it by sunrise as soon as we make berth." He left her there to find Anamaria as she nursed her glowing red cheek. This was the first time he had hit a woman, ever…

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