Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead
Disclaimer: Oh, just get away from me. You all know that I don't own anything of POTC, although I'd really like to own the actors…
A/N: I've added a new character to this…! I must credit the use of her name to Patricia C. Wrede, author of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. Have trouble with the pronunciation? It's SIM-OR-EEN.
Chapter 12: Tactless
JACK
Jack woke the next morning, got up, and walked onto the deck of the Pearl. He wondered how Elizabeth and Will were doing, though he didn't really want to know what they were doing. Then he remembered what had happened last night with Anamaria.
As if answering his thoughts, Anamaria herself clomped on deck. His eyes followed from her face—now a complete mask—to her feet, where her bag lay.
"Anamaria?" he said, looking at her. She picked up the bag and marched off onto the Port Royal dock in answer.
"ANAMARIA!" he yelled, running after her.
ANAMARIA
She was walking farther and farther away from Jack, and her heart was screaming out in protest. But her brain told her otherwise; to walk away and never love someone like him again.
"Freeze!"
She spun around and looked automatically to her right and left, where a guard on each end was running straight for her. She smiled to herself, and tried to ignore the fact that Jack was still calling after her. Anamaria looked at the two stupid guards. Didn't they know anything? Didn't they know never to sandwich a target? Obviously not.
She stepped forward a split second before they would have hit her. Instead, they ran into each other.
Anamaria resumed her walking.
By then, she didn't care what was going to happen to her.
WILL
Will paced around his room nervously. Elizabeth was watching him all the while.
"So then what happened?" Elizabeth asked him gently.
"He took off," Will answered, thoughts on if Jack was sitting there fuming right now. He felt so stupid.
"Well," Elizabeth said carefully. "You were rather tactless."
"How?"
"For one thing, you flat out told him what Anamaria said." She paused, thinking. "That's another thing, too."
"What is?"
"You told him that Anamaria was the one who said it."
Will stopped pacing and sat down next to Elizabeth, and she immediately leaned on him. He gave a small but troubled smile.
JACK
"Anamaria!" he yelled again for the umpteenth time as he pushed through the crowd, looking for a sign of her jet black hair and dark skin.
But there was none.
"Captain!" puffed Gibbs, running after him.
Jack sat down, slumped against a wall.
"Captain?" Gibbs repeated, this time as a question. Jack didn't reply, still slumped over and staring at a random spot in front of him.
"What's this?" a cool voice came from behind Jack, and he reluctantly looked up. He was so startled that had he been standing up, he would have fallen over. There about three feet behind Jack stood a tall, dark haired woman with dazzling blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a lovely smile on her face. She stepped forward, revealing her dark purple dress, not unlike the one that Elizabeth had been wearing before they had gotten stuck on that godforsaken spit of land.
"What?" said Gibbs, completely confused.
"The legendary Captain Jack Sparrow, sulking about a woman?" she continued, her British accent showing through. She was obviously ignoring Gibbs.
"She's no ordinary woman," Jack growled, eyes glinting either of tears or anger. Or both.
"No, I didn't say that," the woman said, fiddling with the sword at her side.
"What d'you want?" Gibbs inquired sharply.
"What we all, want," she said, smiling.
She held her hand out to Jack, as if to help him up. He acted like it wasn't there.
"My name is Cimorene," she said, hand still extended. He realized her meaning and shook it.
"It was charming meeting you, really," Jack said. "But really, I must find her, so if you'll excuse me."
A quick hand shot out and stopped him from moving.
"That's what I'm here for," Cimorene smile growing wider.
A/N: Oh, lookie at me! Another sort-of long chapter. After that comment from nagem4, I thought a little bit more about where I start/end my chapters, so let me know if I should make them longer or if you're just pleased with the length right now. Or if you think this fanfiction is utterly stupid. I can understand that.
Oh dear. I seem to be losing all of my reviewers. So tell me your opinions on this chapter! I did update faster than usual, though. But why must random people say that they like my story and then never review again?
Just ignore me. I'm complaining again.
Oh, those of you who are fans of the Lord of the Rings—although why you would be in the POTC category, I don't know, unless you happen to be a fan of both—will notice that Cimorene said "What's this?" just like what Arwen said to Aragorn…I had just watched the Fellowship of the Ring when I was coming up with this chapter.
Araminta Ditch: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! Yeah, I read your teaser thingy. I loved it. :)
anon: Have I really? I was thinking that Gibbs was kind of OOC on that one, because he was doing the whole "I'm going to defend you!" thing, and I just couldn't really imagine him saying those things. Thanks for reviewing!
williz: I keep trying to come up with another little rhyme for you. :) Oddly enough, I also keep failing miserably.