Speaking of the Past

Chapter 18: Underneath My Skin

A/N: I need my reviewers to help me out. I have all these fics that I want to update but I don't know which one I want to do first. Do me a favor would you and put these in order from the one you want updated first to last:

As if My Own

Dare You to Move

Luckiest Man Alive

The Pain Without the Pleasure

I have ideas for all of them and 2 new fic ideas but I want to finish these first or at least begin a continuous update status. If you have any suggestions or anything please tell me. And review! I love them!

Thanks to Kungfuchick, Everywhere Yet Nowhere and Freak and Proud

They laid together in silence for a long time thinking about recent words and events. She closed her eyes enjoying the company but never fell asleep.

"Chocolate," he said running his fingers idly over her skin the color of the word she found to be foreign.

"Chocolate?" she repeated this time in a question.

"A dessert from cocoa beans in Mexico. It's the food of the gods in England. The color of your skin it is. Not as delicious though." He pulled himself up from where his head laid beside her stomach to begin kissing and sucking hungrily on her neck. "No, definitely not as sweet or delicious," he said bringing smirks to both of their faces. "I'll take you there one day."

"Mexico or England?" she asked running her fingers through his hair as he played with her. He made his way over to her lips trailing kisses along her neck and cheek.

He smirked using his Sparrow charm to woo her. "Wherever you want."

"I'll be holdin' you to that Jack Sparrow," she managed to say in between moans.

"I promise ye love." He climbed on top of her still keeping their mouths together. "Ye sure we should be doing this, I mean, since you are pregnant n' all?"

"If not now then there'll be 7 months you'll have to wait," she said smiling knowing he wouldn't pass up his chance now. But she was wrong.

7 months, he thought. It only takes 9 months.

"You've know about it for 2 months haven't ye? What else are ye keepin' from me?" he yelled getting up from on top of her as quickly as he could. Ana sat up quickly pulling her shirt farther up her shoulders.

"I haven't known the whole time. I only found out a month ago," she exclaimed desperately.

He sat down in a chair at the opposite side of the room. "Ye've only known a month. A month is a long time Ana."

She looked down at her hands ashamed. "I know," she said in a whisper.

"How are we gonna make this work if I can't trust ye?" he asked softly, moving back to where she was in the bed, calmer now.

Why should he trust me, she thought. I've lied so many times to him. He should leave me. I never told him I had a son, I never told him I was a slave, I never told him…

"You shouldn't try. I'm not worth it." Jack was shocked. Anamaria had always a person to be confident, she had self-respect. She had never been like this, like she wasn't important to anyone.

"Shh Ana. I'm doing it because I love you. But ye've got t' get back t' yerself," he said cupping her chin. "Ye've got t' be Anamaria again." She smiled nodding her head as a single tear fell from her eye. She quickly went to brush it away.

"Now, now love. What 'ave I told ye about that. No cryin', 's not allowed."

"Aye captain," she said smirking.

He pushed her back onto the bed, climbing back on top of her. "So," he said kissing her neck. "None of this," he began again, moving his way down to her chest, "for 7 months ay?"

She laughed pulling at one of his dreadlocks. "Of course not, it was just to lure ye in. I'm sure neither of us could go that long."

"Good because I'd have to begin usin' me own assets to fulfill me lust."

"Jack," she said seriously putting a hand on his chest. He stopped, confused, looking back up at her. "I love you." He smiled at her capturing her lips in his own.

"I know you do."

"I'm not kee--" she started before he put his finger to her lips silencing her.

"I know. Don't talk about it." So they didn't. They did what didn't need words.

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Fire burned in Jack's eyes as he watched the scene before him. But this was Ana's fight. And anyway he was out of words to say to Claudia.

"We'll both burn but I only hope you pray for your soul and your child," she had said. Ana looked at her, focusing to keep the tears from falling. Will's eyes widened in shock as Elizabeth brought a hand to her mouth to silence a gasp.

"…You'll be a whore the rest of your life." Hate surrounded her body, wrapped around her soul.

Ana ran, she ran away as fast as she could back to the Pearl. Jack watched her nodding as the boy Marcel pointed back at her. He ran too.

"Are you really having a baby?" he asked. His mother nodded confirming his fears. "I just met you. I'm never gonna get a chance t' talk t' you."

She shook her head cupping his face as she squatted down. "You'll always be my first love Marcel."

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Anamaria walked on deck. She was now trying to sort her thoughts from the last dream she had just had. She grinned, spotting Marcel on the bow of the ship.

"Fancy seein' ye up here. Thought you'd be sleepin'." He turned around startled but then realized it was only her.

"I been sleepin' too much. I'm not really used to sleepin' a lot."

"Why?" she asked leaning on the railing beside him.

"Hunter and Gavin had us workin' all the time. Not much time t' sleep." His mother looked down at the oak, ashamed. If she hadn't have left him there he—

She was thankful when he changed the topic. "You missed each other didn't you?"

"What?"

"You and Jack. You weren't talkin'."

"Actually son, we're okay now," came a different voice.

"Mornin' Jack," Marcel said.

"'Ow are ye?"

"Fine."

"Are ye likin' it here?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "It's great. I've never seen the ocean before."

Jack smiled back, grateful that he liked it on the ship and that they were getting along. "Good, cause you'll be seein' a lot more of it. 'Ow bout we start early this mornin'?" Marcel nodded and Jack went off to get the swords for the both of them.

"Do you like 'im?" Ana asked eagerly.

"Yeah, he's nice." It was true. Jack was a nice guy. A good man. She was relieved by his words, showing it by pulling him into a hug.

"I don't know what I would have done if you didn't."

That was how Jack found them, embraced in a hug.

So they began to spar.

Ana couldn't help but smile watching the two of them. It had been a difficult time but they were making it through. She hadn't gotten over Claudia but there was still time. She was still ashamed of what she had done but she had Jack. She still had dreams but she would get over them. Jack would help her. She was happy that she had her son back and happy that he got along with her lover.

"Good footwork," she heard Jack say.

And so the scene is this: she sat and watched as the most important men in her life sparred.

A/N: Okay folks. Only two more chapters left. Chapter 19 is about Jack and Marcel. Chapter 20's the last about the birth.

The title is referring to how he's looking beyond, under or not at all at her skin and not letting the fact that she's black affect his love for her even though this was a difficult period in history.

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