Speaking of the Past
Chapter 19: Put My Life on a Limb.
A/N: I had no idea it had been a month since I updated. I am soooo sorry. (to those of you who actually give a damn) I think I'm gonna rewrite this and use it as a draft because my friend (heifer) RedAngel97 kept criticizing me and made me kinda feel bad. Then I reread the story and realized that she was like 65 right so I'm gonna rewrite it. I'll be writing all the chapters before I repost it. So that wont be up for some time.
Anyway this is about 4 months after Chapter 18: Underneath My Skin. Anamaria is 6 months pregnant for those mathematically challenged folks out there.
I feel kinda bad for not putting the crew in it before but Jobe, Luke and Twain are all apart of Jack's crew.(I'll be sure to include that in my rewrite)
"Anamaria!"
Ana rolled her eyes throwing down the still untied ropes. "Yes Cap'n Sparrow," she said sarcastically.
"What the bloody 'ell are ye doin'?" he nearly screeched.
"Roping a coupla sea turtles. What the 'ell does it look like?" God, how he annoyed her now.
"We had an accord Maria. You're supposed t' be mannin' the helm."
"A rope's not gonna kill me Jack."
"I's not impossible and I'd feel much better if ye were up here love."
"Well I hope you feel better than I do with this!" she yelled pointing to her now large stomach. She turned away from him continuing with her unassigned duty.
"Marcel!" he called to the boy.
"Yeah Jack?" he said rushing up to him.
"Would you please tell your insufferable mother to sit her arse down?!" Marcel looked horrified, knowing how moody his mother was.
"Why the 'ell would she listen t' me?"
"Because you're her son."
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
"Of course it is. She loves you, listens t' your opinion. Go ahead an' do it."
"You're gonna get me killed Jack."
"Trust me lad. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he replied with a grin pushing the boy lightly in the right direction.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he mumbled walking down the stairs onto the deck. "Can't do it 'im damned self so he goes puttin' my life on a limb."
"Mother!" he said in feigned excitement upon his arrival. "I'm sure you would love to go sit down take a breather, man the helm, something less tiring ye know."
She narrowed her dark eyes at the boy scaring him farther than he already was. "I know Jack put you up to it Marcel. You may tell your fine captain t' bugger off."
"She says bugger off," he supplied nonchalantly returning to where Jack was, next to Gibbs who manned the helm.
"You know," he started, sounding annoyed, "your mother will be the death of me."
"And me," stated Marcel, to which Gibbs replied:
"And the rest o' the crew."
"And-" Marcel started before being cut off by the trinket laden captain.
"Marcel, me boy. I'm 'avin' a thought here. 'Ow about I go down there pick the wench up and take 'er t' the brig."
"Wench?" he said angrily.
"Didn't mean it as it sounded son," Jack said quickly. Not the right choice of words obviously.
"You have a death wish don't you Jack?" he asked knowing what his mother would do to him if she heard what he said and if he did what he said he would.
"'Aven't you heard son? I'm crazy t' boot."
"More than crazy," Marcel mumbled.
"Let me down Jack!" Marcel's eyes widened at the site before him. Jack had done exactly what he said he would. He was carrying his mother kicking and screaming down to the brig. Jack ignored her and the punches aimed at his chest. "Jack dammit let me down you daft bastard!"
"Jack let me out of this damned brig!"
"We had an accord, love and you broke the terms of our agreement."
"But Jaaaack," the female whined.
"Now, now love. None o' that."
"Jack I promise that for the next 3 months I will sit on me arse and do nothing."
"You see," the captain said thoughtfully. "The problem with that," he continued, "Is that you've already broken one agreement. How can I trust you wit' the next huh?"
"Since you're the one who cursed me wit' the damned thing making me haf t' sit on me arse it'll be me composin' all agreements."
"This here is no democracy love," he replied with a grin. "Ye have no pickin' and choosin' in this Anamaria."
"If ye don't let me out o' this damned brig right now Jack, I'll-"
"What is it you'll be doin' Maria?" he pried, antagonizing her.
She threw her arms about the air wildly. "I don't know, nor do I care at this particular moment jes' let me out!"
"Alright but until I see fit you'll be locked in the Captain's quarters."
"I have t' have fresh air Jack," she countered in false hopes to get out of her predicament to which he simply replied:
"Portholes."
She grabbed the bars of the cell twisting her face into a menacing glare that would make even Barbossa and his crew of miscreants piss in their pants. "Daniel Jack Sparrow!"
Jack rushed over covering her mouth with his much larger hand. "Ay Maria! You can't go around jes shout me legal name all willy nilly!"
She slapped his hand away crossing her arms on top of her belly. "Okay Jack! Enough wit' this! Can you please let me out?"
He said characteristically: "Let me think about it a bit."
"I love you Jack," she said sweetly batting her eyelashes in another vain attempt.
He took her hand bringing it between the bars to kiss it. "Love will not get you out of every occasion love."
"Damn you Sparrow," she called over her shoulder walking to the back of the cell to sit on the floor.
"You sure you should be doing that. You'll be tryin' t' get up for a while you know."
"I'll be fine, thank you very much Cap'n Sparrow."
Jack took the key to the cell twisting it in the hole. "Well then. You're free t' leave whenever ye can get up from where ye seem to be restin comfortably."
Her eyes widened in shock. "Damn you Jack!" Anamaria yelled at his retreating form. Both of them now knew that he would pay dearly for what he did.
"Love you too Maria!" He shouted over his shoulder. 'Funny ole innit'?' he thought with a smile walking back onto deck. Ana struggled to stand up from her place on the floor. Near impossible it was. She mumbled something about ignorant hicks and daft bastards pushing herself up from the floor with all the strength she had. 20 minutes it took, with all the pausing for breath and what not.
But when she was finally up she was on a warpath.
"Jack Sparrow," she yelled marching her way to the helm. "You bastard." His face flew to the side at the force of the impact. She had slapped him...hard.
"I'm absolutely, positively sure I deserved that one," he said holding a hand to his red cheek.
"Damned right you did. Lockin' me in the brig-"
"Land ho!" cried Twain interrupting her momentary rant. She tapped her foot impatiently flipping the innocent lookout an inappropriate finger. She turned back to Jack for a moment, biting her lip holding back any obscenities she may have wanted to shout at the moment. She stared at him for a brief second before making her way back to the cabin.
A/N: I really wanted to go ahead and post a chapter so I copied and pasted half of the chapter and second part will be in the next chapter. There actually may be more than just the epilogue next FYI.
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