Hey, here again! Well, this chapter is kinda a gateway into the story and really doesn't have much in the way of revealing story lines but...it does have a little Jack/Ana thing going on so...read and review please!

Chapter six-stowaway

Anamaria woke early the next morning and stretched, her back and legs aching from sleeping on the hard couch all night. The sun was streaming in through a crack in the beautiful curtains of the guest bedroom and falling across the end of the lump in the bed under the heavy blankets...Jack. Anamaria sat up slowly, testing her body for soreness or stiffness and finding it here, there and everywhere.
Her eyes moved to Jack, over the room, and came to rest on Gibbs who was still in the same position she'd left him in the night before. She thought she was stiff, wait until he got up. "Jack." Anamaria whispered softly, shaking his shoulder. Jack didn't move so Anamaria sat beside him on the mattress and smoothed away a piece of hair falling in his face.
His breathing was so slow...so mournfully peaceful. She didn't want to feel like this, didn't want to feel for him of all people. He was so arrogant, reckless, pig-headed, daft...brilliant, charming, witty, handsome...
Anamaria shook herself mentally and pulled her hand away, springing up from the bed as if it were electrified and screaming at the top of her voice, "Jack Sparrow, it is time to get up!" There was a loud yell and a crash from behind her as Gibbs fell off his chair and almost knocked the table over. She ignored him, however and watched Jack who's eyes opened slowly and her blearily looked at her from over his blanket mountain.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. Captain." He said groggily. Anamaria growled.
"How many times do I have to tell you to refrain from using luv, darling, muffin or cakes?" She asked through gritted teeth. Jack smiled.
"Sorry sunshine." He said. Anamaria growled and left the room, hardly listening to the laughter of Gibbs and Jack. Once out of the room, however, Anamaria smiled slightly. Sunshine...that she'd have to learn to hate.
"Good morning, Ana." Elizabeth said as Anamaria joined Will and her in the dinning room...excuse me, hall! Anamaria's eyes traveled over the room with it's high ceiling, oak paneling...chandelier and exquisitely carved table and chairs.
Will laughed, bringing her attention back to him. "Like it?" He asked. Anamaria smiled and nodded, taking her seat three chairs down from Will. "It's a lot, to much..." He looked over at Elizabeth, "My father-in-law."
Jack and Gibbs appeared as the food was being served. Gibbs smacked his lips and walked forward, eyes on the food but Jack grabbed his collar and held him back. "Sorry Mr. Gibbs." He said, pulling his friend away from the table and back towards the door. "We have a ship to catch."
Elizabeth stood up and motioned for the chairs at the table. She seemed a lot warmer to Jack then she had the night before. "Please, Jack." She said, watching him intently. "Sit. There is plenty of food and I've been wondering how long it's been since you've eaten. You look famished." Jack stood there eyeing her and, weather intentionally or unintentionally, let go of Gibbs who almost ran to the table and sat down, grabbing everything with in reach. Now that she thought of it, Anamaria hadn't seen Jack eat much in the past few days to...maybe nothing at all. He sighed and took his chair beside Anamaria.
The food was delicious and the kitchen maids made continual appearances at the table, asking what they thought. Jack didn't answer which was okay because Gibbs was overly enthusiastic about the whole thing. Elizabeth sipped at her tea and Will engaged Jack in conversation.
"How far away is the island?" He asked. Jack took a small bite of toast. Anamaria had been watching him and realized that was the biggest bite he'd taken. He'd hardly taken anything and not even half the plate was gone yet. "How far from here?"
"Few days sailing bout." Jack answered, swallowing his bite and placing the toast in the middle of the plate, atop his half-finished egg. He reached for his water glass instead and made a face at the taste. Apparently, water was meant for sailing, not for drinking. "We have enough material and supplies to get there. May be trouble coming home." Anamaria looked over at Elizabeth and heard Jack's faint voice say, "If I come home."
"What about Ethan?" Jack was playing with the rings on his hands, apparently deep in thought and did not answer right away.
"Race him, I guess." He said. Will smiled at Anamaria who was still a little worried about Jack's last comment. "Get a few supplies here. My crew's waiting just in that little cove south of here...I think." He looked at Anamaria who nodded. Now that he'd been sober for a day, he was actually thinking. It scared her slightly.
"What if he gets there first...Ethan?" Will asked. Jack looked at him, grim.
"Pray." He said.

Elizabeth rushed around her and Will's room, packing a few cloths into the trunk at the foot of the bed. They'd be leaving soon and she wanted to be ready. Will was on the porch, looking out over the water. "What happened to the helpful blacksmith I married?" She asked, looking over at him and folding a shirt. "Get over here and help me."
Will sighed and looked to the south, apparently to the cove that hid the Black Pearl. "My father is alive Elizabeth." He said suddenly. Elizabeth set down the shirt and left the trunk, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I can't believe he's alive. Why did he never come to me? Why'd I never see him."
"He had his reasons, Jack said that." Elizabeth said. Will shook his head.
"Jack doesn't have all the answers." He said. "I want to hear it from his mouth." Will turned to face her. "You're not coming Elizabeth. It's bad enough I'm going to disappear." Elizabeth pulled away looking scandalized.
"What? No. I'm coming with you. Jack is my friend to and..." Will put a finger on her lips to silence her.
"No. It's to dangerous." He said. "You'll have to stay, tell people I went to England for a while and I'll be back later. Okay?" Elizabeth shook her head.
"No, I..." Will looked up, over her head to the doorway. Gibbs stood there, watching them, obviously waiting for a break in their conversation to jump in. When he saw his moment, he took it.
"Sorry to bother you Mr. and Mrs. Turner." He said, "But, we're almost ready to go." Will nodded and left Elizabeth, going to the trunk and closing the lid. Gibbs shook his head. "No way yer goin' to get that down to the cove without anyone seein'." He said. Will sighed, opened the trunk and pulled out a few things. He stuffed these into a rough sack and followed Elizabeth from the room before she could protest.

"All this talk about curses and poisons and bottles..." Anamaria said, looking over her shoulder at Jack who was straightening his bandana in the full-length mirror. "Is it all necessary?"
"Better to be on our guard, right luv?" Jack said. Anamaria cringed at the 'luv' and growled.
"You daft fool, don't call me luv." She snapped. Jack smiled at her in the mirror.
"Not darling, muffin or cakes...didn't think you liked sunshine. Did you?" Over the course of breakfast, Anamaria had learned to hate that name and shook her head. "What should I call you then?"
"Anamaria." Anamaria answered. "Like a real person. Like a member of your crew. Not some penny whore from Tortuga who you had a one night ride on." Jack straightened to his full height and turned to face her.
"Wouldn't be worth my penny." He answered. Anamaria grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at him. It hit him in the face and slid to the floor. Jack sighed and turned back to the mirror to re-straighten his bandana. "See what I mean?"
Anamaria walked over to the window and pulled open the door, stepping out onto the balcony. "You are the most daft, crazy, sorry excuse for a pirate that I have ever met!" She yelled. She heard Jack's soft laughter in the room. "If you weren't dying..."
"Oh, so you believe me now?" He asked. Anamaria turned back to him and smiled evilly. "Don't believe you." She said. "Never will. The only reason I said that was because...because... I hate you! You make me cringe! You make me want to hit someone! You preferably."
There was no answer from behind her. Anamaria took in a deep breath and turned only to find the room empty. Stanping her feet, she made an 'urgh' ing sound and crossed the room to the hall. It was empty to.
She found Jack and Gibbs down in the kitchen with the maids, Will by the back door looking out. One of the women handed Jack a thing of bread. "For the journey." She said. Jack smiled and took it, watching her walk off. When he saw Anamaria, he smiled.
"We were just going to leave you to steam." He said as Gibbs walked off to join Will. "Pick you up next month some time." Anamaria smiled sarcastically and grabbed the bread from him. "I'll carry that oh captain, my captain." She said. Jack smiled. "Wouldn't want to burden your troubled hands."
"Thank you Anamaria, keep it up and you may make dish washer. Now, let's go."

The cove was silent as they made their way down the sloping hills to the sandy beaches. Elizabeth breathed in the familiar smell of the ocean, eyes on the Black Pearl who sat in the cove. The men were on board, waiting.
At the bottom, Jack and Anamaria were pulled aboard first, arguing about one thing and another. It had been a job to shut them up on the way here, lest a guard heard them bickering like a married couple. Will turned to face her when the two fighting pirates had disappeared over the railing. He smiled sadly, eyes running over the crates and stuff still to be boarded that waited on the beach.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth." He said. Elizabeth grabbed his face with her hands and made him look at her.
"I'm coming Will." She said. Will shook his head.
"No. I'm not risking you or little Albert." He said. Elizabeth smiled in spite of herself.
"I thought you didn't like that name." She said. Will shrugged.
"I'll get used to it." He grabbed her then and pulled her into a tight hug. She listened to the beating of his heart and closed her eyes, not wanting him to go. Jack had said a few weeks...that would be like an eternity. When they did break apart, Will kissed her softly then boarded the ship with out even a backward glance. They both knew if he had looked, he never would have left. When he was gone, Elizabeth turned, only to run into Gibbs.
"Goodbye Mr...." Gibbs grabbed her hand and pulled her behind a large and open sided crate, the side laying on the ground at her feet. "What's going on?"
"Inside, quick Mrs." He said, shoving Elizabeth in. Elizabeth began to protest but Gibbs stopped her. "Quiet." He said, looking around fearfully. "Only way on Cap'n Jack's ship is this way." And, with that, he closed the crate and Elizabeth heard him order men to nail it shut. She was trapped...and going on this journey weather she liked it or not.

Done this chapter. Tell me what you think please.

DragonHunter200: Yay for Bootstrap. I wanted to set up Ana's past for later on, when it would be needed. I like that you like to review! Thanx. I hope Johnny signs on to #3, it would be no movie without him. I was having trouble with formatting. Sorry, I noticed to late.