A/N: I updated I told ya!
Title: Why I Still Love You
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Summary: Someone is out to kill Jack but no one knows whom. Anamaria has given up on loving Jack and has fallen for Thomas. Jack hates Thomas and has ended up fallen for Anamaria. Who's the killer? Why won't Jack tell Anamaria the L-word?
Continued…
Jack sat up quick and stared at Thomas in disgust. "Who da 'ell are you?" Jack snapped throwing back his sheets but covering himself again when he saw he was only wearing his shirt and underwear.
"That's Thomas Riles" Ana Maria said giving him the eye to act kind.
"I know who da bloody 'ell he is" Jack said wrapping the covers around his waist and standing up sharply pointing a blaming finger towards Thomas "I bet you put me here ...why you piece of..." Jack mumbled. He looked toward him glaring "And what da 'ell are ye doing on my ship?"
Thomas stepped forward. Jack stepped back. Thomas rolled his eyes "I saved your life Jack- I mean Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack plopped on the bed. He was speechless.
Thomas exited the room smiling briefly to Anamaria before leaving.
"Jack."
"Hrmmm?" he was trying to find his clothing.
"It's good to see you back," she reached over and kissed his cheek.
"Well…uh…hrmm...uhh" he spoke blushing and looking down at his hands.
"Get ready."
"Huh?" he blushed harder thinking something else.
"Get ready the crew is waiting."
Finally getting dressed he stepped outside and stretched.
"Hello, there captain."
"Uh…you too-um," Jack said scratching his chin, "God, what tis ya name again? Ahh, It must not be important if I keep doing this…"
"So, that's the way you treat people around here?" Thomas asked annoyed.
"No," Jack shrugged his shoulders, "jus' you."
"So that's how you treat a man that saved your life?"
"Actually, the women do tend ta get the longer end of da stick…am I right?" he grinned. "Have ya see Gibbs? He stole my rash cream." He itched his neck in annoyance. Jack tried to brush pass Thomas but he blocked his way.
"Move ya limp nut, what are ye waitin' for?"
Thomas grabbed his arm. "A 'thank you' maybe?"
"I never asked ya to" Jack looked at Thomas's arm on his.
Jack cocked his eyebrow in surprise
"I saved your life."
"I'm sparing yours…NOW, if yer will kindly remove your arm." Jack snatched it free.
Jack glared at Thomas In pure disgust. Anamaria walked over.
"Is everything iight?"
"Yes, I was kindly giving Jack my name again. He seems to have forgotten who savedhis life."
"Well?" Jack said tapping his foot impatiently," tell me yer name."
"Thomas."
Jack turned to Anamaria and smiled cheesely speaking through his teeth, " I hate him."
Thomas rolled his eyes and walked past Jack to Anamaria.
"Morning, Anamaria," he kissed her hand and bowed. She smiled and blushed.
"Morin', Thomas." She watched him walk by.
Jack snorted and mocked Thomas's bow.
"Jealous," she mumbled under her breath. She watched him frown and grab his canteen of rum from his breast pocket.
"Jack!" called Gibbs rushing over to him, " there's somethin' up ahead…like a ship."
Jack rushed back. He peered over the ship with a swaggering state and squinted over the horizon through his left eye.
" Ahh, I need me telescope." Thomas handed it to him. "Thanks uh-" he looked at Thomas's hair, "Curly." Jack smirked. Thomas scowled.
He saw miles of misty waters until suddenly…. Jack turned around with a smile. "Would yer look at dat tis a ship? Anamaria, grab the steering wheel. I wanna make sure that I can see." Jack grinned mischievously.
At first she wasn't sure how this was going make him able to see but she did as told. She reached around him when she suddenly saw how close they were. She felt a rough hand travel to her hip.
"Erm, Jack."
"What?" he smiled lazily, pushing a stay strand of Anamaria's hair out of the way. He placed his chin on her shoulder.
Smack!
He grabbed his cheek in pain. Thomas smirked in satisfaction.
"The hell are yer smiling at?"
"Oh, nothin' Captain. That looked like it hurts," he mocked stepping over Jack, " wow this floor sure does need to be clean, Imma right Captain?" he said winking as he walked over to Anamaria who was trying to find the way in the map.
Jack watched him place a "friendly" hand on her shoulder. He punched at the floor and spat at it. "Cleaning me arse," he mumbled.
"Thank ya Thomas." She smiled. Thomas whispered something in her ear causing her to laugh. She looked so beautiful.
Jack stumped around the deck kicking everything in his way. He sat down and looked over at them. He was angry. "What do he got that I ain't got?"
"What was dat Jack?"
He didn't notice that Anamaria came over. "Oh nothin' so how's things going on me deck?"
"Good, Thomas sure is a lotta help."
Jack snorted. "I don't like him."
"Why not?"
Jack grew even angrier. Why was she defending him? "Why not?" He said asking himself more than to her. "Well…um I don't like the way he looks at yer like dat."
Anamaria laughed. Her she goes laughin' at me again.
"Is there anything else?"
He wanted to scream and kiss her at the same time. "Wow, yer really are short of brains, Ana!" He stood and did an agitated jig.
"Jack…"
"Meh?"
"I think your jus' jealous."
"Jealous?…" he laughed harshly. "Never!"
"Urm hrm… well I think he's a good man."
"That's it!"
"What?"
"You think he's better than me!"
Anamaria didn't answer.
"I knew it!"
"No, I don't."
"Then…then…how come I can't make you laugh?"
"What?" she laughed again.
"Anamaria."
"Jack."
"It's him or me…Gold that'll be me or silver-Curly"
"His name is-"
"I don't care honestly."
"Jack-"
"What?"
"There's someone behind you!"
Jack suddenly turned around but was knocked out to the floor. Trying to gain his eyes into focus, he saw a pretty woman with long curly brown-ish red hair and light brown skin look down at him through her deadly beautiful green eyes at him. She smiled and kissed him with her pink lips before he slowly went into a sudden darkness.
Jack woke to a gun cocked to his skull. The woman smiled at him.
"Baby, he's awake now." He looked around but he didn't see anyone else around.
Standing behind her you'd never guess.
"Thomas." Jack spat at the gun. The woman kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Nope…his twin."