A/N: Ok sorry for the wait! Please read and review!!

Disclaimer: I've done seventeen of these so far and still the answer remains the same and I'm running out of things to say!! I don't own Disney, or Harry Potter either (he gets a mention for some reason in this chappie)

Chapter 18: A hint from Dark Power

We both sat in silence for a few moments, thinking hard about what the hell were going to do. A sticky situation but none the less I was faintly happy. I had Jack at least; I was no longer on my own.

"I reckon Ana took control, being the bossy one, Gibbs would have urged her to sail to Tortuga..." Jack muttered to himself trying to figure out what where the Pearl could have possible ended up.

My own mind began to scan through the possibilities. There were so many places the Black Pearl could be that I had doubts we would ever find it. But then again they would be looking for us as well but... My mind scatted around thinking wildly as I rapped my fingers sharply on the table.

Rum after rum slowly appeared and vanished down into our bellies and soon it was hard to think at all. Finally Jack peered up at me.

"They could be anywhere luv," he stated in a half drunken mood, "If they are on the Pearl at all. What's to say they didn't all get deserted on islands?"

His face looked thoroughly miserable but there was still the tiniest sign of relief. Fierce pirate he may be, but I knew deep inside he was glad I was there.

I looked to the rough table in front of me as I felt my hopes disappear. Only an hour ago I thought I could never be unhappy again but now, and maybe it was the liquor taking hold, I felt crushed.

A shiver ran up my spine and slowly made it towards my arm. I didn't really take any notice of it but as I reached forwards for my mug I could feel it settle on my wrist. I tried to ignore it but it got stronger and as I picked up the mug it sent a sharp pain into the bone causing me to drop it spilling the remaining red liquid inside to spill over the floor.

"Goddamn it OUCH!" I cried simultaneously with another. Clutching my wrist I looked up to find Jack clutching his own wrist in the same manor with his rum spilt over the chiselled table.

His eyes met mine and we were silent for a moment before we pulled up the sleeve on the offending arm to reveal our tattoos. They both looked different, like they were sticking out slightly in a 3D picture. I couldn't describe it. It was too freaky, too strange to bear. It was like something out of Harry Potter. But the more I thought of Harry Potter and my world the less I could remember. Who was Harry Potter?

I shook my head deciding to leave this matter for another day and to concentrate on the matter at hand. Jack still sat staring at his wrist in an uncanny matter that unnerved me.

My thoughts suddenly drifted to the sea. It was like I could see it in front of me, as clear as day. Sweeping along I saw islands I recognised, islands I had visited with Jack. Then it stopped. At one Island. And I saw it. The Pearl docked in a hidden away bay.

I snapped my eyes open, back in the Tavern, and looked at Jack.

"Jamaica," we said in unison.

Both of us jumped up, having both gone through the same thing.

We walked briskly out of the door and I forgot the freakiness of it all. Some how we both knew where the Pearl was and the only thing on our minds was to get it back. And fast!

Down to the docks we ran, or rather walked fast. It was twilight and there were few people wandering around as most of them were up in the Taverns drinking their hearts delight.

"We need a Ship, or a boat," Jack said stating the obvious.

There were few small enough for us both to commandeer and steer all the way to Jamaica alone. Rowboats were not big enough and ships were too big.

Jack took his pirate swagger and walked up to the water's edge scanning the water as though sniffing out the best boat.

Then he spotted one. It was small, with only one sail and one cabin at the back. Perfect in every way except...

"Oi!" came the sharp voice from the man inside when he finally noticed Jack's interest in his vessel.

Jack grimaced; he hadn't noticed the sleeping man. I took a sideways glance at Jack and gave him the smallest wink from the corner of my eye. He shook his head but I stepped forwards anyway.

"You poor sailor," I said in a baby silk voice, "All alone on such a big boat."

"Well someone has to look after it," he was taking the bait and staring wide-eyed at my body which I was flaunting about.

"You should be out having fun shouldn't you?" I whispered into his ear as I lent forwards in a seductive manor. He was where I wanted him, he wasn't afraid that I was close to him.

"Why don't I have fun here?" he muttered in a nauseating greasy voice which would have made me shudder if I hadn't have been putting on my best act.

"I think that's the best idea I've heard all night," came my soft reply as my hand slowly made its way down his body. The man smiled before his face contorted with pain and he dropped back dead.

I removed my hand from his groin pulling out the blood-drenched dagger I had used to silently kill him. I smiled, pleased with my work but suddenly felt a hand on my back.

Jack pulled me back into a hug. It was an odd hug...one might say it was a hug riddled with jealousy. His arms wrapped around my chest and I hugged them close. Being seductive to some greasy pirate was not exactly my idea of fun. Slowly I eased his arms off me and moved towards the dead body to throw it over board. When I turned around Jack had disappeared into the cabin.

I bit my lip and looked worryingly at the cabin door while rubbing the blood from the dagger off with a nearby rope.

Silently I prepared for departure; the ropes, the bow, the sails. All was ready and Jack had still not appeared. I knocked on the door, we really had to leave before the other owner of the boat made an appearance.

"Jack?" I whispered, "we have to leave."

I heard a clunk from inside and finally the door opened. Jack looked... I can't describe how Jack looked, a pirate should look fierce and I'm not about to take that away from him.

I turned away from him, pretending not to notice, and went about the duties to set sail. Jack took his position at the helm, or what can only be described as the helm for it was a pitiful one at that, and we said goodbye to the shores of Tortuga.

For the last time?

A/N. Ooooh wot do you think? Jack/Annie vibes???? Maybe ;) Should there be Annie/Jack vibes?? Tell me what you guys think!!