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We sailed a while, following Jack's compass. "Which doesn't point north" according to the Commodore. Well, HE doesn't know where it's pointing too.

Nothing out of the ordinary or big, happened until that night.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" Will yelled trying to have his voice be heard from over the waves and the storm. Will, Gibbs and I we're getting tossed around as waves came over the dock of the ship and knocked us down.

"Aye, the compass doesn't point north," Gibbs yelled.

"But we're not trying to find north, are we?" I added in yelling to have my voice be louder than the storm.

"We should drop canvas, sir." Gibbs said to Jack.

"She can hold a bit longer." Jack said confidently.

"What's in your head that's put you in such a fine mood, Captain?" Gibbs asked Jack.

"We're catching up," he said.

"You said we were getting closer an hour ago!" I yelled.

"Yeah!" Will and Anamaria said, since they were around us.

"Well, we're closer than we were an hour ago and we would get there faster if we don't drop the sails!" he yelled.

We all walked away, as in an "Okay then," mood, but knew that Jack might be right, and probably will, with the help of me. And the crew, can't forget the crew.

"Anna!" someone yelled. I was bracing myself for another wave, I withstood about three so far with out falling. I turned around toward the voice. My long brown hair pulled back whipped around in one wet, solid chunk. My clothes, and everything was dripping wet.

When I turned I found Will, standing there, well maybe not standing, rather swaying back and forth on the deck. He was on the diagonal corner of the ship across from me. Just then, in an instant a wave knocked me down and I hit the deck. This time, hard, very hard. When I got up I saw that my head landed on one of the metal gears on the mast. There's going to be a bruise there. I slowly got up and groaned and walked over to Will.

"What!?" I yelled over to Will.

"Anna!" he yelled, he seems worried. He ran over, not a straight route, but more of a curvy route, we succeeded in not getting knocked over by waves that toppled over us.

I met him about half way and he put his hand on my head.

"Are you alright?" he asked, with a concern look.

"Yeeesss.." I said slowly.

He just looked at me. He's not supposed to do that. It's like he knew that I was hiding something, I'm not hiding anything. Or maybe I just don't know it.

"I'm fine," I said after a long pause, " That wave was big though, toppled me right over," He didn't say anything, again. That is so aggravating. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to the lower quarters, where we eat and just sit if we're bored.

"Will, it's not that b-" I began to say, he held a mirror to my face.

Oh my God.

~*~Yeah, it's short, but it ends at a dramatic point. Okay, maybe not dramatic, but stalling the outcome, yeah, that's what it's called. Thankzx to JB, Fairy of Obsession, PsYcHoJo, and Irishmoonstar for reviewing! C u next time on."Anna" the PotC fanfic. Nah, that's just kinda scary.. O.o~*~ PLEASE REVIEW!!!