Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

Disclaimer: Finally, I can own something! No, not POTC or the actors and stuff, but this plot and Cimorene. Yay!

A/N: Am finally caught up with all my schoolwork! Okay, so not really, but I'm just trying to make myself look good. :)

Chapter 14: Don't Let Me Go

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?

Anamaria waited for about thirty seconds and then quietly slipped out of her hiding spot.

"Anamaria."

She spun around—right into Jack Sparrow's open arms.

Anamaria kicked herself mentally for allowing herself to be caught. She started to twist herself out of his grasp, but she looked up into his eyes and realized that he wasn't ever going to let her go.

JACK

He looked down at her. She was the one thing he couldn't let go of. During all these years he had taught himself to not latch onto things, to not care about things or people as much as he should. That would be his weakness, and probably the cause of his downfall.

But with Anamaria, everything was different. He had never met anyone like her; she actually meant something to him, and wasn't like any of the other women he knew, like Gisele and Scarlet. She had a mind of her own.

Most importantly, she seemed to make everything possible. He was finally giving in to it. What could he do to stop it? He loved her, plain and simple.

Then there were footsteps behind him, slow and evenly paced. Jack placed himself protectively in front of Anamaria.

"Jack?" came her voice.

He motioned for her to be quiet. They were not alone.

"Jack," she said again.

"What/" he hissed, peering around in the dark.

"Nobody's there."

"Someone is there," Jack insisted, grabbing her wrist and holding it tightly, as if she was going to try and escape.

"Jack," her voice was more urgent this time. He turned around to face her.

"Jack," Anamaria began, looking him those eyes that were so bottomless. She gave an involuntary shiver and continued. "I know about those dreams you're having."

"Dreams?" jack said, pretending that he didn't know what she was talking about. But Anamaria knew jack all too well for him to able to lie to her and for her to not know.

"The dreams, Jack," she told him. "the dreams that you've been having about Barbossa."

He stopped cold. She had hit the bulls-eye at her first time up to shoot. He knew exactly what she was talking about, and she knew it.

This was what he had feared all of these years; now Anamaria held the ace.

But this was different somehow—with Anamaria, this felt safe. With Anamaria, everything was safe.

A/N: I hope that the wait was worth it for this chapter! I'm really enjoying your feedback, so please give leave me more reviews!

StarSheep: Thanks for your review! I really hope that you liked this little chapter deelymabob.

DramaQueensRule: Heehee! I'll be sure to hide in a corner with lots of chocolate, next time. AND COFFEE! I am completely addicted to coffee. And the corner has to be pink, too. :)

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Holliday1081: Cimorene is really a crazy person, isn't she? If she can get Anamaria into a dress, she is capable of a lot of other things, and that's all I have to say about her. :)