Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

by eternityisours

my first fanfiction! Jack has been having dreams about a certain appleeating pirate and Anamaria is starting to worry about him. Meanwhile, Will and Elizabeth are having problems of their own. WE JA

1. Bloody Pirates

Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

A/N

After rereading my fanfiction, I realized that the first chapters are really, really shoddy, and I'm currently working on rewriting them, so it might be a while before I update with chapter nineteen.

Important: If you are planning on reading this, PLEASE only skim the first few chapters for an idea of the background of this story, and don't base your opinions of my writing skill on my first few chapters, because they're pretty crappy.

Lastly, thanks to all of my reviewers! You guys are awesome and you're what keeps me going. :)

Sasha

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything of POTC...but hey, you know, if Disney doesn't want Jack Sparrow or Will Turner (really, they'd have to be insane)...may I please have them?

Chapter 1: Bloody Pirates

ANAMARIA

Anamaria woke to the sound of this sort of a manly whimper. She sighed: this was the sixth night in a row.

Throwing back the covers, Anamaria nearly sleepwalked her way across the cabin floor to Captain Jack Sparrow's bed. She smiled at the sight of him. Then she realized that Jack was having some sort of a fit, tossing and turning.

"Jack?" she whispered, trying to poke him awake. "JACK!" He yelled something that sounded like "THAT IS MY APPLE, YE STUPID PIRATE!" With eyes half closed, he automatically reached for his sword and slapped the blade against Anamaria's throat.

She was a bit shocked, but she stayed still and waited until Jack had opened his eyes completely.

"Anamaria?" he said. She felt a shiver run down her spine as if someone was pouring water down her back like it always did when he said her name.

"Here," she said rather faintly. Jack dropped his sword and tried to figure out how to make his lungs work again.

"What was it?" said Anamaria.

"Nothing," Jack lied. His tone made it final that they were not discussing this any further.

Anamaria walked back to her own bed and climbed back into it with an extremely ungraceful fromp. After all these years of being Jack's first mate, he still didn't trust her like he should. Hadn't she proved herself to be loyal? And also, he STILL owed her a ship.

"Bloody pirate," she muttered to herself.

"I heard that," said Jack.

A/N: Well, this is my first fanfiction, and I know that this chapter is short, but please R/R, I need to know what you think. Will and Elizabeth are going to be in the next chapter, I promise!