Speaking of the Past
Chapter 16: The Malice of Departure
A/N: I know it's been a long minute since I last updated but I had writer's block like a bitch! It still hasn't gone away completely but now there's only ¼ of a wall in front of me thoughts. So it might take awhile before I get to the 17 chapter.
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Thanks Freak and Proud.
It had gone like this when they made their way to Port Royal:
"Norrington's people will be here shortly to escort them to his household," said Elizabeth. Hattie, Claudia and even Anamaria looked at the governor's daughter in shock.
"They're not staying here with you?" asked Anamaria.
"I have enough maids but Norrington has been complaining about how he needs more maids and that nothing ever gets done there. I didn't think it would be a problem."
"So this is it, Anamaria? We're going to work in the commodore's household as nothing better than the slaves we were before?" Claudia said with anger and a tint of sadness in her voice.
"Yes, because I never want to see you again," she whispered with a voice that was filled with malice that it sounded as though it were a different person. They had never seen the woman with such an angered expression. But she should be angry, there was no way she could forgive Claudia, for the things she had said to her, to Jack, in front of her son, in range of the crew. Those men held much too much respect for Ana and those words could have risked it all.
Giles bowed in front of them addressing the nobles formally. "Mrs. Turner. Commodore Norrington has sent a carriage for our guests." Elizabeth stood up smiling and gave him a nod.
"Thank you Giles. Well we should be going, don't want to keep him waiting." Anamaria also stood following the butler first and quickly out the room and then out of the house. She stood beside the carriage waiting for the others to get there because when they did, this would all be over.
Claudia narrowed her eyes at Anamaria letting her eyes flood with hate. "You'll burn in hell."
"But it'll be you laced in gun powder and I'll laugh when the flame burns your flesh."
"We'll both burn but I only hope you pray for your soul and your child," she said stepping up and reaching to put a hand on Ana's stomach as she watched her intently. The rest of them- Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Marcel, Hattie and Elijah- only watched, bewildered that she even had the audacity to say such a thing. Did she hate her that much? Was there that much hate between them that she would wish her child harm?
Jack wanted to step up to her, to slap her as he had done before. He wanted to kill her, to send her to the deepest circle in hell. The circle, he know knew, was not only for mutineers and betrayers but also for people like her. The ones with the ill spirits, corrupted minds. He should yell at her, damn her, but what was there to say?
Anamaria stepped back quickly not wanting to come in contact with her.
"Anamaria, you'll be a whore the rest of your life."
"And you'll be a slave the rest of yours," she said. They held each others a moment that seemed an eternity before Claudia spit on the ground before Anamaria. She turned to leave, climbing into the carriage that awaited the three of them sent by Norrington. Hattie and her child made no point in trying to say farewell to Ana. Even to this there were no words. The moments were strained before the carriage rolled away down the dirt road leaving the pirates. She watched as it carried on out of her sight.
She couldn't believe the things she had said to Claudia, or the things Claudia had said to her. Had those been her words? Her voice? Elizabeth and Will could not believe it either. No Anamaria hadn't been the nicest of people, even considering she was a pirate but she had never been so cruel, so ruthless, so…
"Mama?" She let a tear fall turning around to face the voice. And dropping to her knees, she pulled the boy into a hug crying onto his shoulder. "We never have to see her again," he whispered into her ear.
This woman was not the Anamaria the Turners knew. Anamaria did not cry. She did not despair, she felt no regret, she meant what she said. This could not possibly be the same woman who had forced her way onto the 'Pearl' by slapping the Captain or the one who had oh so willingly almost given Elizabeth to the crew of damned miscreants.
"Ana?" She didn't answer and for a minute she cried there onto her son's shoulder. After that minute she wiped her eyes standing up. "Anamaria?" The female pirate didn't turn to him but pushed past her son.
"I have to go," she said. And then she ran. She ran blindly down the streets as fast as she possibly could to the docks where The Black Pearl awaited her.
Marcel backed up pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb toward where his mother had just fled to. "I should…"
Jack nodded absently, looking over the boy's shoulder for the woman who had fled them. "Yeah, maybe you should." And he ran too.
"Jack. Is Ana…?" Elizabeth started without knowing what to say next.
"Will she be okay?" Will finished for her.
"I wouldn't count on it anytime soon. In less than a week she's become traumatized by that woman, I swear it," the captain said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"What happened between the two of them?" asked Elizabeth.
"She… don't worry about it lass. Soon it'll all be over."
"Is she going to come back before you set sail?"
"That I doubt too. Her and Marcel'll probably stay at the ship in my cabin, mind you, until then."
"Is she really pregnant? Or was it just to scare her?"
"This morning's when she told me," he said giving them a half smile.
"That's great Jack," said Will.
"Yes, well, I reckon I'll have to end our little visit and set sail now."
"When will you be back?" he asked.
"Whenever the wind brings us. Ta." He left them behind him, walking off. He wanted to tell them. He needed to vent. But they didn't need to know. They couldn't solve the problem. They didn't know her pain. They didn't know why she had cried. And yet even he hadn't the vaguest of ideas. Hadn't she wanted her to leave? Hadn't she been the cause of so much pain suffering?
The captain knew that even though Claudia was gone it would take time to get Anamaria back to normal. To not be afraid, to trust him. She had ruined 6 years of trust and a year of their…relationship in less than a week. And know as he walked to the docks he couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be the same…
A/N: If this chapter sucked please tell me. It took me 4 days to write this. (Multitasking and getting distracted). I'm a very slow writer if I don't already have an idea or have the scenes in my mind and I didn't so that's what took so long. Plus I have school and a boyfriend so…