Hey! Finally I'm back for a second chapter! I don't mean to complain but it is so hectic lately! I have a summer job I have to get going on, if only I can find the mayor of our town so I can get all my info on it. I'm maintenance person this year, cutting grass, etc. Oh man! People say it's a sucky job but it pays so...my friend came over the other day. She's dating another friend of mine and I didn't know! She never told me and I haven't talked to him since I moved away from Dalmeny a year ago so! Any way, enough of my tangled love life and on to the chapter. Oh, the plot is now forming.

Chapter Two: Revelations

The sea was calm and the battling rush of Tortuga met Jack's ears, filling his brain with its beautiful melody. He stood at the helm; dark eyes sweeping the crystal depths of the sea, so violent last night, calm and once again beautiful this morning. He tried not to let anyone see him shiver and involuntarily wrap his arms closer around himself.

Anamaria stood by the plank shouting orders to the men, hands on her hips, black hair floating in the slight breeze. He watched it move almost entranced. They were docked in Tortuga's bay to get some rest, relaxation, entertainment and supplies before shipping out again to the unknown. As he stood there watching Anamaria, Gibbs came up behind him.

"Cap'n, you cold?" Jack was startled that Gibbs had snuck up on him so easily but tried not to show it as he turned to face the man, shaking his head. "Alrighti, are ye ready ta go down?" Jack looked back towards Anamaria who was just ordering the last of the men off the ship and nodded. "Good, I need to get some time off this boat." Jack followed him down to the plank.

The dock was to solid; it didn't rock like a ship so Jack had to compensate. Often this made him look drunk, which he usually was. Anamaria really wanted to reach out and take hold of him, help him walk but she couldn't bring herself to, Jack would be too ashamed. That was another problem with having Jack Sparrow as your captain, he always looked like he was about to fall down.

The streets of Tortuga smelled like alcohol and pigs. Everywhere Anamaria looked there were bars, prostitutes and men, all trying to get some, kill some or drink some. She stuck close behind Jack, Gibbs behind her as they walked to the usual tavern. Even then, though, a man tried to make a grab at her.

"Hello...luv." He said drunkenly, grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her away from her guard. "Like what...yo see?" A gun suddenly appeared at the man's cheek and he let go of her. She stumbled back and was caught by Gibbs who pulled her away from the man. Jack had his gun out and looked like he was having the time of his life.

"Show the lady some respect." He said evenly, "Savvy?" The man nodded and stumbled away while Jack returned his gun to his red sash around his waist. When it was safe he took Anamaria by the arm and led her to the bar.

"Didn't need you to stick up for me." She snapped. Jack simply grinned and squeezed her arm a little harder, making her wince. She suddenly hated men.

Inside was a dirt floor cluttered with tables, chairs and men shooting at each other, playing card games or passed out drunk. Jack led her to the bar and she tried to ignore the goat that was being fondled by a slobbering man with deep scars running down his face. A woman bumped into her, her dress half pulled down, a man tickling her. The women apologized and Anamaria watched them take their game to the stairway, no doubt on their way to find a vacant room.

Suddenly, three women had pushed her out of the way and were hanging off of Jack. Anamaria thought they had just gone after the first attractive guy they had seen in a room full of uglies until she heard one women call him by name. The bartender watched with a grin on his face.

"Hello Jack." Said the blond. She wore a red ripped dress and a heavy coat of makeup. She kissed him on the cheek and traced a line up his chest playing with his coat buttons. "Have you come here for me?"

One of the other women, a brunet pushed her away roughly, her brown ringlets dancing about her tanned oval face. She was the prettiest of the three but Anamaria still didn't like her any better. "He came here for me, right sugar." Jack's gold tooth smile widened and his eyes traveled down from the women's face to her chest but he wasn't able to reply before the other brunet, a younger woman with disheveled hair leaned into him and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I was with him last time, it's me he wants, right captain." Jack closed his eyes as if this was too much. Anamaria could tell he wanted to give in. Anamaria could see his senses battling; he wanted to go upstairs with them so bad.

"Oh, girls." He whispered. "Do you really want to make me choose?" The girls giggled. Anamaria could feel her insides boiling. She was not going to stand for this.

"You don't have to sugar." The blond purred, pushing the young brunet, "You can have me, free." The older brunet pushed her yelling, "Whore!"

"Sorry ladies." She said loudly. She moved into the ring and, with Jack's eyes on her, pushed the girls away. "He's mine tonight. Shoo!" The women didn't move until Anamaria pulled out her gun and waved it threateningly. The women gave her evil looks and moved away one by one, the young brunet last. When they had cleared off, Jack put a hand on her shoulder and turned her roughly to face him.

"Put your eyes back in cap'n." She said calmly wishing as she did that he would look at her the same way he did those women. She wished he would watch her, find good things about her to stare at, to get lost in. A little scared at her sudden desires she shoved these thoughts and feelings down deep inside her she said. "We have relaxation time, spend it drinkin' not with cheap hoes." She turned her attention to Gibbs who had been watching the whole scene near by. "What?" He shook his head and Anamaria moved out from under Jack's hand, which she'd felt the skin of it a small bit from under her ripped shoulder sleeve and found it was really cold, to look at the bar tender.

Before she could order a drink though, the man had said, "Jack Sparrow?" Jack, who was still watching Anamaria, looked up at the bartender.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." He replied. "It's Captain mate, savvy?" The man nodded then reached under the counter. Anamaria, thinking he was pulling out a weapon, reached for her gun and the man froze in mid action. Slowly, he pulled out an envelope. He definitely did not want to mess with this woman, not after the display she showed.

"It was 'ivin' to me 'bout month back, some man comin' in 'ere, tol me if I saw ya ta 'ive it to ya." He handed the envelope to Jack who took it curiously, the many rings on his hands sparkling in the dim candlelight. "Couldn 'ell ya 'o 'e is, nor wha' 'e look li', kep 'is 'ood up."

Jack flipped it over to look at the back and was met by a wax seal bearing a diamond shape emblem in the center. Jack's face seemed to cloud over for a minute but it cleared almost immediately. He smiled at the bartender then looked at Gibbs. "Could ye get me three of the usual, one for Ana and meet us in the spot?" Gibbs nodded and Jack turned and began to walk towards a table in the corner that was empty and secluded. With a meaningful glance at Gibbs who nodded, Anamaria followed.

The women, Anamaria was glad to see, had moved on and made homes on the laps of some other men but still glared at her from their perches as she and Jack walked by. Jack though, didn't notice the women. He was to busy thinking about the envelope to pay any attention to them.

What was in the envelope? Why would he send it anonymously? Should he tell Anamaria and Gibbs who sent it? What was he afraid of? Jack took his seat and set the envelope down on the table, emblem faced up. He knew that mark, that seal. He hadn't seen it for years. His suspicions were true then, it was all true.

He looked up at Anamaria who was looking around at the bustling bar. She had grown up in Tortuga and he knew she didn't really like being back. They stopped here quite frequently, it was after all Jack's favorite town but she very rarely came into the town itself with him and Gibbs, she generally stayed with the Black Pearl watching over the loading of the supplies. Jack watched her. He usually watched her when she wasn't looking. He didn't think she noticed, that was what he wanted. Jack knew what Gibbs would say if love blossomed on the ship between the Captain and someone who was supposed to be bad luck. Anamaria had never brought bad luck though, the myth that having a woman on board was accursed was stupid and Jack had never held with such nonsense.

Her eyes were traveling across the bar and Jack followed her gaze to see her watching Gabrielle, the women with brown curls. Jack liked Gabrielle; she could make a man feel special. Then there was young Marta; Jack thought she was a little amateur, her heart just wasn't in it. Mary, sister of Giselle sat on some slobbering idiot's lap. Her sister had slapped him to many times but he'd always come back for more.

Anamaria looked across the table at him, her eyes catching the light of the dying candle and said, "Who sent the letter Jack?"

"Captain, Ana." He corrected. Anamaria ignored him. He knew he had to keep the crew respecting him, it was the only way to keep himself off little islands. "And to answer your question luv, I don't know." Anamaria, he could tell, didn't believe him but he had come to the decision not to divulge that information just yet. He'd lost the Pearl last time he'd been that stupid.

Gibbs approached their table a few seconds later, carefully stepping around kissing and fighting people carrying five tankards. He set three down in front of Jack, one in front of Anamaria and then sat down, clutching his own as if it was his first born son. Before he could speak, though, the goat on the bar made a noise and drew his attention. In the moments that his mind was on other things, Jack stole a glance at Anamaria whom, he was surprised, was watching him in return. Jack diverted his attention and was relieved a few minutes later when Gibbs broke the silence.

"So, Cap'n. What be in that letter of yourn?" He took a large gulp from his tankard; eyes fixed on the wax seal. He didn't know what the diamond meant, that was a relief. Jack, hesitantly, took the envelope and began fumbling with the slit. After all the years of drinking, his fingers weren't what they used to be. Maybe, though, it wasn't the drinking...maybe it was because he was...Jack shook himself mentally, tried not to think about it and returned his thoughts to the task ahead.

Anamaria noticed his hesitation and moved her face from his fingers to his eyes. They were clouded again, as though he knew what the envelope contained. 'Or who sent it!' That was it, Anamaria thought, Jack knew who sent it. Speculating on who it might be, she watched as the envelope opened and stared at the contents.

There were three things inside. The first, which Jack pulled out quickly, was a ring with a sparrow indented in it, for wax sealing. The second was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Jack laid it out on the table and stared down at it. Anamaria had been taught how to read when she had turned twenty but found this hard to comprehend. It was in a foreign language, she didn't understand it at all. Neither did Gibbs who looked at her questioningly. They both shrugged and looked up at Jack who, Anamaria was surprised to see, was pouring over the letter as though he knew every word.

"Jack?" Anamaria asked. Jack didn't answer her but continued to rove the paper. "Jack, I don't understand."

"Its French, luv." He answered shortly. Anamaria stared at the paper trying to understand the words. Her mind was wheeling. She hadn't even been sure Jack could read English let alone any other language. That was just another mystery of the famous Jack Sparrow. No one knew anything about his past; no one knew anything but what he told them. As Anamaria thought this through, Jack set the paper down on the table, leaned back and closed his eyes as though he were suddenly ill.

"Jack?" Gibbs asked. Jack made no sign of hearing the older man, he simply stayed silent. Anamaria took the third item; a smooth ancient looking folded parchment and opened it, revealing a map. There was Spanish writing at the top of the map, a small island in the middle with a crease down the center and what appeared to be five drawn alters all over the island. One was in a rocky cove to the north, two opposite each other across the island on the beaches, a third directly opposite the first in another cove in the south and one smack dab in the middle. Thinking about the ring Jack had pulled out earlier, Anamaria thought these mysterious alters make a kind of diamond shape if all connected. Anamaria leaned closer to the candle, trying to make out the words above each but she couldn't read them, they were in Spanish to.

"What is this?" She asked Jack as Gibbs took the map. Jack finally opened his dark eyes and swallowed...was he crying? No, it had to be a trick of the light. Jack Sparrow didn't cry.

"Cap'n," Gibbs said, handing the map to Jack and sipping deeply from his rum, "What does the letter say, we can't read it nor speak it." Jack took a large breath of air and Anamaria watched as his hand moved to his waist. "Well?"

"It's from an old friend." Jack said simply. "A very old friend." Gibbs moved his hands, motioning Jack to continue but he didn't. "I have to go." He sprung up from the table and pushed his way through the bar, staggering more the usual. Gibbs and Anamaria sat there, surprised, the letter, map and ring still sitting on the table.

"You left all yer rum!" Gibbs called. Jack didn't stop but exited the bar and disappeared from view. Gibbs made to get up but Anamaria stopped him.

"I'll go, you stay here...drink those." She motioned to the four rum tankards and took off after her captain, ignoring Gibbs' protests and yells. There was definitely something wrong, Jack was not being himself.

She pushed past whores and drunken blighters, eyes darting around for signs of trouble or her captain, heading to the Black Pearl's dock. She didn't get that far. Jack was off to the side of the trail down to the beach, his eyes closed, resting against a tree. Anamaria approached cautiously.

"Jack, are you alright?" She asked. Jack opened his eyes and peered at her as though trying to get her into focus. "Are you hurt?" Jack shook his head and closed his eyes again, sliding down the trunk to sit at its base.

"It's getting worse." He moaned. Anamaria sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, near his neck. There was no warmth, it wasn't a fever. All that was there was a numbing chill.

"Jack? What's wrong?" Anamaria asked, placing her hand on his forehead. Oh my god, he's freezing cold!

"I'm sick Ana...I think I'm dying."

How was that? Did you like? Tune in tomorrow...day after?...maybe later, for more! Kay?! Kay! Anyway, to what really matters, my answer to those who reviewed. ShadowolfXIII: unlike my other one, this one you'll really read through, right? Huh? LOL. I love Ana, she radiates power that all women need and domination over men is something we all really need to learn in order to survive. Women rock! Oh, and Will is not going to die! He is way to hot for that! Happy.

DragonHunter200: Always a pleasure, truly. So there, there is a plot now. Nauh! LOL, thanks for reviewing even if you hadn't seen any real plot, I couldn't think of anything Jack worthy for stories so I just made the old dress as a woman bit...works every time, really! This soon enough of an update? Probably not, seeing as it took me a week. Read above though and you'll know why. Plus I had a break through with the story and had to change it all around to work so...yeah! Please R and R! No, not rest and relax. Read and review, review, review! Sorry, hyper!

Alteng: Nice to read you to. Thanks for the compliment on the writing style, it's been building up over time but I'm still not where I want to be. I've been writing since I was young but, I really want to be better. I knew Bill wasn't dead, he couldn't be, he's too cool, even if you don't know him. He'd have to be cool to hang with Jack...not literally (execution). I've never read paradise lost but I may...I'm a reading freak usually. Thanx for putting it in, it was an interesting bit. Ten years is a long time to be under water...and I have a reason for Bill not going after his son...you'll see. I just have to sort out the finer details.

Meowface: Cute name, really. I hope your reading this and haven't moved on to another story because it took so long for me to update. Sorry, I really am. I hope your there because it'll get better, it really will.

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