Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

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Chapter 5: Trouble With Love

JACK

"No," Anamaria said bluntly. "Not savvy. This has been happening for a while, Jack..."

Something in her voice made him want to tell her. But he couldn't, she was already too close.

"Hey," she said, interrupting his thoughts.

"There's nothing you can do about it," Jack said. He realized how rude he sounded, and attempted to make it more polite with another "Savvy?"

Wait a minute. Why did he even care? What, exactly, was so special about Anamaria that made him want to tell her?

She slapped him, once again interrupting his thoughts. If Jack had been standing, he probably would have fallen down, so clearly this made her angrier than him commandeering her boat and not giving it back, then giving her one and having it blown up by Barbossa on accident.

"Jesus, Anamaria, what—" she raised her hand again and he shut up.

"What," she said calmly, "Is happening?"

"They're just dreams," Jack said, voice now firm instead of utterly confused.

WILL

Will shifted around uncomfortably; Norrington was full-on glaring at him. He could hear hushed voices coming from the front.

"He won't let her have anything more to do with you."

"What?"

"You heard what I said," Norrington told him.

"Governor Swann and his daughter are not ships, Commodore," Will said icily. "They are not soldiers, you cannot order them around."

Norrington smirked and said nothing. Then Elizabeth banged through the front door, followed by a weary Governor Swann.

ANAMARIA

Anamaria sat on her stool in the corner as Jack drank cup after cup of rum.

"Your captain is wasted," Giselle commented as she wiped down Anamaria's table with a clean rag. Anamaria snorted, choking on her rum as she did so.

"Usually is," Anamaria said.

"So he's easy then?"

She shrugged and Giselle sauntered her way over to Jack. Anamaria looked away; for some reason, she didn't really want to see this.

JACK

"Uh—what?" Jack said.

Giselle gave him a look that quite clearly said "There is a bed upstairs."

"No, sorry, have to return to my ship, you see—right?" Jack slurred. He was trying to turn Giselle down without the fainted sliver of an idea why.

"What?" Giselle said, confused.

"He's saying no," Anamaria said, stepping in between them.

"Oh, well," Giselle said, trying not to look disappointed. "He's too drunk to be any good anyway." And she left Anamaria to drag Jack out of the bar by herself.

A/N: All right, I'm really sorry that it's been so long since I've updated, I'm kind of sitting here and procrastinating because I'm afraid that my later chapters are not going to have any plot, and that's kind of scaring me. Aahhh!!! But I'll survive...I hope. Give me reviews, good or bad, even if they make me mad. LOOKIE, I CREATED ANOTHER RHYME FOR YOU, WILLIZ!!!! Except my first one was much better. ï