Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead
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Chapter 11: Now You've Done It
ANAMARIA
"So tell me," Jack said, breathing very heavily. "You did this…why?"
"I've told you!" Anamaria shouted, patience waning quickly now.
"So tell me again!?" Jack was shouting also.
"Because!" Anamaria bellowed, completely fed up and now only giving two-syllable answers.
Gibbs was looking at the two of them like he was watching a tennis match, his eyes going back and forth so quickly that his pupil almost appeared blurred.
"Because why?" Jack's voice upped a few decibels.
"You idiot!" Gibbs leaped in; eyes this time pinned directly on Jack and Jack alone.
"What?"
"She told Will because she was concerned!"
Jack gave Gibbs a blank stare. Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"She cares." Blink, blink.
"Look, Anamaria," Jack snarled suddenly. "I can take care of myself."
Walking out of the room, the door slammed behind him. Loudly.
Anamaria sat down hard on the cabin floor, eyes sparkling suspiciously. About to cry, perhaps?
"He's a stupid git, Anamaria," Gibbs said after a while. He had never seen her like this; she looked lonely and sad. Then the warrior girl mask she always wore snapped back into place.
JACK
Jack looked guiltily at the cabin door leading to the room he and Anamaria shared at the current time.
"He's a stupid git, Anamaria," he heard Gibbs say.
No response from her.
He waited a little bit, leaning against the doorframe.
"Gibbs?" he heard her say finally.
"Yes?"
"Does he…I mean—"
"He does," Gibbs said quietly.
"Are you sure? Sometimes I get the impression that he doesn't care at all."
Gibbs let out a snort.
"I hope he knows it now, too," he said.
"What?"
"He's standing right outside this door, listening."
Jack froze.
"You best come in right now, Jack," Gibbs called. "And see the state you've put Anamaria in."
If he hadn't frozen before, then he was an ice-cube now.
"I told you he doesn't care," Anamaria said.
"JACK SPARROW!" Gibbs hollered, ignoring her completely.
"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," Jack said automatically. Oops.
"See?" Gibbs said triumphantly.
There were footsteps. Jack looked around, trying to spot the source of the sound.
The door opened and Anamaria stepped out, eyes still sparkling suspiciously.
"Captain?" Anamaria said quietly, looking down onto the floor.
"Yes?"
"I'd like to know one thing."
"Fire away," Jack said, uneasily thinking of what she might say.
"That night we first met in Tortuga," Anamaria began. Jack looked up sharply.
"What about it?"
She turned away, not wanting him to see the expressions on her face.
"Why did you offer me this chance?"
"Well," Jack said, rather grateful at the moment that she'd turned around, because he was shifting from foot to foot, giving the appearance that the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow was nervous. "You were young and innocent. Also, you were good with a sword." He almost choked at the sound of his own words. It was all a lie, everything he had just said. He heard a small, shaky breath, and turned around to see Anamaria walking quickly away from him, wiping her face on the sleeve of her shirt as she went.
Jack banged his head onto the doorframe. Now he'd done it. He'd made Anamaria cry.
"Now you've done it," Gibbs said from inside the room.
"That has already been established, Gibbs," Jack said, seriously annoyed with himself.
"The lass won't be okay in the morning, if that's what you're hoping for," Gibbs added helpfully.
"I know," Jack said.
A/N: OH, LOOK AT ME AND MY BAD SELF!!!! Well, not really. But this is the longest chapter I've done so far, and that isn't really saying anything, but I'm very happy. :), and I hope you are too. REVIEW, REVIEW!!! I live for those things.
Lykosdracos: YES!! Not dead enough. Yeah, loads of rum would probably do the trick.
Holliday1081: Well, about this foreshadowing thing…obviously I can't tell you flat out if I am or not, but I'm really bad at this thing. It's like I'm attempting (and failing) to be a mini J.K. Rowling, whose books practically always foreshadow.
Oh, did you really think that was a perfect description? I thought it was a little OOC, but then I guess I can't be perfect, can I? Yep, feistyAnamaria.
williz: I LOVE YOU FOR REVIEWING!!!!
Araminta Ditch: WHAT?? How could you have possibly lost it??? That stinks!! But, you say, you have a better one? That makes me happier.