A/N: This is a little fic that I knocked up to prove that I'm not dead. I'm just not putting up the fics as fast coz of evil school. Plus that and I'm moving to New Zealand. Which is kind of inconvienient…

Disclaimer: Nope, nothing. Not even an eye patch…

Anamaria sat on the other side of the mess hall to Jack. She picked at the food on her plate. Jack had brought her the boat she owed him. Brought it ages ago. So why hadn't she left?

Gibbs came and sat next to her, jerking her out of her thoughts

"What are you up to girl? Are you on watch tonight?"

"No," she replied

"Well, d'ye want to go a few hands with me n Cotton n the lads?"

"Go on then," she said. Anything to keep my mind off him.

Him being Jack Sparrow. Recently he had been invading her thoughts more, even her dreams. She hated that. Her mind was her own. Her fortress. No one was allowed in. She tossed and turned in her hammock at nights, trying to get him out. She had managed to disturb quite a few shipmates with it, and now she took early watches and the late ones, so everyone would be deeply asleep when she came to bed.

Gibbs PoV

Gibbs was worried in a small way. He had being watching Anamaria. She was increasingly gloomy. The only time she seemed to be happy was when she was with Jack. Gibbs could see what that meant. Just because he acted the old salty seadog with a pickled brain didn't mean he was. He sipped from his hipflask and hoped that the girl wouldn't do anything stupid.

Anamaria's PoV

Anamaria mooched around the deck. She wasn't doing much at the moment. She leant over the side. What was that?

"Captain! I can see something!" she waved. Jack was already there with his telescope.

"Nice one. It's a cargo ship, low on the water," he put away the telescope "Action stations you scurvy dogs!"

Anamaria took her place and plunged into the melee. She kept half an eye on what Jack was doing. When he had got to the captain of the cargo ship, she followed and stayed close as back up. She watched the two men dance back and forth along the ship. Then the captain made a wild blow. It caught Jack in the stomach. He gasped and choked and fell to the deck. She suddenly couldn't see anything for the rage that overtook her. She dropped her sword and pulled her gun out of her belt. Grabbing the captain by the hair, she jerked his head to her mouth and held the gun to his head.

"Surrender or I'll laminate you across this deck. And don't think I won't," she jerked his head and jacked a bullet into the gun "Just give me an excuse,"

The captain licked his lips. Anamaria was both surprised and disgusted to see that there were tears in his eyes.

"I surrender," he whispered. She let him go and wiped her hand as though she had dealt with something unpleasant.

They got the goods out just as the ships barrels of gunpowder blew. Anamaria granted them permission to stay in the brig until they reached land. Then she ran back to Jack. He still lay, covered in blood. Gibbs knelt over him. As she reached him he carefully put Jack's hat over his face, how he liked to wear it if he was sleeping, and made the sign of the cross.

"Oh god. Please don't say it," she knelt beside him. Tears started. "Oh god,"

Gibbs finished his prayer and put a rough but kind hand on her shoulder. He didn't say anything, got up and walked away. She was left alone with her grief.

Jack was put in his cabin. Anamaria sat by him. The crew came in to pay their last respects. The ugly wound on his stomach was stitched. Anamaria was determined that he would go wherever the souls of pirates went whole. She scrubbed away tears fiercely. Well, there was nothing keeping her now. She could move onto the ship Jack had brought her and get her own crew, like she had always planned.

Midnight came and went. Anamaria still kept her lonely vigil. The rest of the crew went about their nightly activities solemnly. She spoke to the body as she sat.

"Well, you bastard, what do you think? I suppose you must be enjoyin' watchin' this. All this sadness for you!" she smiled and fresh tears came. She wiped them and showed the damp handkerchief to him "See? Even I'm cryin'!" suddenly, she went from being sad to angry. "See, you arse! I dint cry at my own dad's funeral! And now I'm crying for you!" she threw the handkerchief onto the bed "How dare you! How dare you die you bastard!" she smacked his chest and then sat down again, head in hands

"How dare you…" she broke off and sobbed harshly, "I never even got to tell you…" she broke off again. She looked out the window. The sun was coming up. It poked its rays into the room. She smiled and wiped her eyes. "Too late now though. I suppose it wouldn't have made much difference anyway," she stood up. Soon, there would be a funeral. She wiped her eyes for the last time. Then she bent down to Jack's ear

"Goodbye Jack. Take this with you, where ever you go," and she kissed him, lightly, on his lips. She went to move away, but suddenly realised she was being kissed back. She pulled away in fright

"You bastard!" she screamed. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Am I not?" Jack blinked blearily. "Well, would you look at that," he smiled "That was a very nice wake up,"

Anamaria started to laugh

"You weren't dead! You…" she made as if to box his ears

"Hey, I'm still your captain," he warned

"I know! That's the problem!" she put her head in her hands again. Jack chuckled.

"Never bothered me," he winced "I feel like I've been split in two,"

"Close," she shrugged and then got back to the problem "I'm gonna go and get my own crew in Tortuga. Leave the Pearl,"

"What?" Jack tried to sit up, but found it too painful, laid back wincing and settled for saying "You can't!"

"I can and will!" she snapped

"As your captain I order you to stay!" Jack said sharply.

"Yeah, well I quit!"

"Well, you're on a ship surrounded by water. There's not far you can go,"

"I still quit!" Anamaria slammed out the room. She went up to the wheel and put her fingers in her mouth. She whistled

"There's good news! You're captain aint dead. He's in there now. I suggest one of you go see to him," she walked off.

About half an hour later she was being dragged to the brig. On captain's orders. Apparently, since she had quit, she wasn't allowed a run of the ship. So she was stuck in a cell, with the crew of the other ship in the other. The worst thing was the captain of the other ship looked at her as though she was the devil himself. It would have been funny in any other situation. But as it was, it wasn't. After calling Jack all the names under the sun she settled down and ignored the world.

A/N: You know, I thought this would be a one shot. It aint though. At least one more chappie should do it. It's a fairly easy plot…