Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anything. Except mybeloved plot and character, Cimorene.

A/N: Sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated! I'm actually supposed to be doing a science project right now, but that's okay…

Chapter 13: Lost

JACK

"Do you have any idea where she is?" Jack walked quickly behind Cimorene. He was letting his desperation finally show through; she was sounding more and more panicked with each word that came out of his mouth. Cimorene smiled mysteriously to herself, not answering any of his recent ramblings.

Gibbs puffed along behind the two of them, attempting to catch up abut falling behind just the same.

"Where is she?" Jack said feverishly, practically bouncing with every step he took; he had that much adrenaline, that much fear locked up inside of him, and for the first time, he honestly didn't know what to do with it.

"Oh, really," Cimorene said, still walking and not even glancing once at him. "You'll never get anywhere if you keep acting like this." She turned to him, and saw the state he was in. she softened, but just the tiniest bit.

Gibbs was giving them both questioning looks about their sanity, as if they were positively just going to be the end of them all.

"She's fine, Jack," Cimorene whispered, like saying it softer was going to make everything better.

And yet Jack still had enough of his right mind to correct her and say, "Captain."

"I call no one 'captain'," Cimorene replied, walking faster now. "But trust me on this one…Anamaria is fine, I promise. And my promise is one to be taken seriously."

ANAMARIA

She flew down the street, not caring and not even noticing, really, the looks that she was attracting. And in all honesty, there was something to stare about.

Here she was, Anamaria thought, putting herself in the shoes of an outsider as her feet moved even faster down the road. Such a strange, mysterious young woman with tears streaming down her face and an unnaturally fast pace banging her way down the street, trying to hide her face under her hat and block it from view. She must be so unwelcome, with her tall frame, large feet, and hideous looks.

And yet the people from whom the looks she was attracting didn't think her looks hideous at all, or think that she had large feet. They all looked at her, shook their heads, and carried on with their lives, completely oblivious to the story behind the image she was portraying to them.

Anamaria stopped abruptly, her bag hitting her as she did. There it was. The only place she had ever felt safe. And it was still exactly like she remembered, every brick in its place, every pebble on the path from the fence to the door was the same color, in the same place.

She gave the smallest shadow of a smile. A shadow because she left him, and right now he was probably sitting there with a bottle of rum, saying "Oh, well, I'll just wait for the next girl to come by and be attracted to me."

But she, as you know, was wrong.

CIMORENE

She glanced over and sighed. Jack was simply falling apart; he wasn't drinking rum and almost falling off his seat like Gibbs was. He was completely ignoring Giselle and Scarlet, who were trying to lure him upstairs (to no avail) and simply refused to respond to anything anyone said to him.

"Oh, Jack," Giselle purred, petting him on the shoulder. "Come on, lets get you up—"

"Jack," Scarlet whispered at the same time while playing with the beads in his hair. "Oh, Jack, my darling, where in the world have you been these—"

She stopped abruptly. Both Jack and Gibbs looked up: there was a blade at the bottom of her chin. Cimorene's eyes drifted up along the line of the sword, but stopped halfway. The rest of the blade was concealed in shadow.

"Get up," a voice said coolly. The sound was nonchalant, but made it clear that the speaker was not to be trifled with. Scarlet rose silently, and Gisele's hand was sneaking quietly before—

"Hands in the air." The blade flicked toward Gisele and she acquiesced.

Jack suddenly spun around and stood up, shocking the living daylights out of Gisele and Scarlet.

"Anamaria?"

Cimorene settled back into her chair, a look of satisfaction crossing her features. Maybe this would wake him up a little.

The blade disappeared, and Cimorene assumed, the person to whom the voice belonged along with it.

ANAMARIA

She fled. Once again, people passing her stared blatantly at her (most were drunk, anyway) and shaking their heads as if to say "Well, serves you right." She completely ignored them.

"Anamaria!" and there he was, chasing after her. She could hear his footsteps; he was catching up. She urged her feet to go faster.

Turning suddenly, she dashed down a dark alleyway and slammed herself onto a door hidden in the shadows.

Her breathing came more regularly, and she wiped tears that she didn't know she'd cried off of her face. She had lost him. But, she asked herself, was that really what she wanted?

A/N: Yes! Finally, I decided to update. Happy points to me! Okay, so I'm just a little bit hyper right now, and I'm sorry that I've taken so long, but I hope you've enjoyed this little chapter.

DramaQueensRule: That is wonderful! I'm really excited, now. Yeah, my characters are doing things, but I'm always afraid that someone is going to come along and go, "This is the stupidest thing I have ever read. What is this person thinking?" And then I'll feel ashamed and go and hide in a little corner. But thanks for reviewing—it's really appreciated. And makes me happy!

Holliday1081: Yes, agreed! Perfect relationships are completely boring and you just think, "That is so not real." Because it isn't! You've got to have at least some conflicts; otherwise it's just not normal. Yeah, Anamaria and Jack would probably have a few little spouts often enough… :)

Yeah…on the topic of men? Sometimes we've just got to think for them. :)

Araminta Ditch: Thank you for sticking by me since practically the first chapter of my story! I'm really happy that you're reviewing, and don't say that! Anything you're going to come out with for your new fanfiction is going to be absolutely brilliant. Think happy.

williz: still trying on this rhymes thing…still failing. :)