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Capter 2 : Fear and Panic

Anamaria's eye opened wide with fear and panic.

"Jack. Hide under me bed in my room until I telll ye' to come out." Whisperred Anamaria.

Jack ran out of Anamaria's small kitchen. Her kitchen wasn't in the best shape. The walls were originally white, but now looks all yellow. The chairs wouldn't stay still, because the legs of the chairs where not of same hight.

Jack his under the bed. Her bed was big, but not in the best shape it could be. Jack was worried that it would fall on him.

Anamaria ran to the door and opened it. Infront of her stood two people at the age of about 40. There was a man and a woman. The man was really tall and had black hair. His skin tone was blacker then Anamaria's. The woman was short and also had black hair. She had a lighter skin tone then Anamaria.

Anamaria knew who they where from the moment she saw them. It was her mother and her father trying to visite her.

"Who where you talking to? Who was it? Where is he?" Asked her mother.

"No one. Why are you here?" Replied Anamaria.

"You're 16. You shouldn't be living alone." Said her Father.

Jack started cooughing from under Anamaria's bed. Anamaria and her parents could hear him from the kitchen.

"Damn it jack." Whisperred Anamaria under her breath as she sighed.

Her mother and father started looking at each other.

"This is not a good time." Said Anamaria with a smille as she tried to close the door.

Her father put his foot right infront of the door so she couldn't close it. He then opened the door wide open again. He was walking in a rush to go to Anamaria's bedroom. Anamaria followed him. He looked all around the room and couldn't see anyone, so he looked in Anamaria's closet. He saw nothing.

Cough. Anamaria's father heard coughing come from Anamaria's big bed, wich was infact in bad shape. He bent down and looked under the bed. He saw Jack.

"GET OUT OF THERE!" Yelled her father in anger.

Jack got out slowly as the mother entered the room.

Anamaria sighed really hard and rolled her eyes.

"Mother. Father. I'd suggest you'd leave if I were you." Ordered Anamaria.

"Ohhh, and why's that?" Asked Anamaria's father, yelling.

Anamaria rolled her eyes again and took out a pistol that she had hidden in her jacket.

"You decide. Leave or die." Said Anamaria slowly, and seriously as her parents backed off.

She followed them until they were out of the house. This shocked Jack. He was impressed.

"Alright. I'll bring ye' to Tortuga, but only if ye' give me an other drink, savvy?" said Jack.

Anamaria got him an other drink. And then got one for herself. Jack was taking long sips.

"So, when do ye; leave 'ere?" Asked Anamaria.

"In three days." Answered Jack.

"Where will I sleep?" Aked Jack curiously.

"On the floor of my bedroom," Said Anamaria, grinning.

After Anamaria finished her drink she went in her room and threw an old used up pillow and blanket on the the floor. She then went to bed.

Jack fell asleep at the table.