Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

Disclaimer: Am actually owning something now! (excited look) I own Cimorene and my plot, but not Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom…which makes me sad.

A/N: Grr, I have finals next week. Yuck.

Chapter 15: I Warned You

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

He nodded slowly, his eyes wary.

Anamaria could see it happening in his eyes; those dark pools of mystery were starting to realize that yes, you had to be cautious and suspicious of some people. But others you needed to trust. You just needed to know which people belonged to which category.

"Well," Anamaria began, still looking straight into the bottomless eyes and wanting to faint right there. She was standing. "I know how they're affecting you, Jack. I know you regret killing Barbossa, even if it's just the tiniest bit, because I can tell when I look at you that you know you had to do it, but that doesn't change the face that you actually killed him."

Jack shook his head, a little amused; it was amazing how well this lady pirate knew him. His eyes were drifting from hers, so she placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her and gave him her I-am-getting-my-way look.

"I am not going to lose you to anyone, Jack, especially not to the ghost of Barbossa."

ELIZABETH

"Elizabeth," Will said tentatively, taking her hand and holding it as if it were the most precious gem on the earth.

"Yes, Will?" Elizabeth answered sleepily, burying her head into his shoulder and pulling up the covers so her arm wouldn't freeze off. She felt so warm and content. It was like this entire night had all been a dream.

"Elizabeth," he repeated, looking down at her. "You need to go back."

"Back?" Elizabeth's head shot up. "Go back where?"

"Back to your house," Will said, a small smile lighting up his features. He really didn't want to leave her—didn't want to let her go was more like it. But then the Governor and the Commodore would have an even worse impression of him, despite what Elizabeth might say.

"Hmph," Elizabeth answered, ignoring his last comment.

"Come on," Will said, helping her up. "Let's get you home."

JACK

"Get up," said a voice above him. Jack groaned, submerging his head under his pillow to escape the harsh glares of the sun streaming through his window that was conveniently located above his head.

"Why?" Jack mumbled, his voice muffled by his pillow.

Wait. Not his pillow…

"In case you don't remember," Anamaria said, reading his mind, "we're at Cimorene's house."

Jack sat up and stared sleepy-eyed at Anamaria. She was dressed in Cimorene's clothes—which meant a dress.

Despite the fact that Cimorene seemed to be rather like Anamaria, she was very much into long, dark dresses, and had apparently outfitted her in one. Jack's eyes went up and down, trying to understand the concept of Anamaria in a dress and liking it very much.

"Well don't look at me like that," she said, turning away from him. He grabbed her wrist and she faced him again.

"I like it," he said rather sincerely with no disgusting meaning intended. It was sort of sweet, so she rewarded him with one of her smiles reserved just for him.

If Jack had been standing up, he would have fallen over. Even her smallest gesture affected him. He shook his head, wondering what he had gotten himself into. She saw this, knew exactly what he had been thinking, and then walked out the door, closing it with a crisp click.

ELIZABETH

Elizabeth bounced up a little as the carriage went over a bumpy part in the road. Will steadied her with his hand, and she flinched, drawing herself away from him. He took his hand back, unsure of why she had done what she did.

"Elizabeth," he whispered. She ignored him, looking out onto the streets. There was a little girl running out to meet one of her friends. Her father was telling her to be careful crossing the street, and to be safe. She gave a small smile. The little girl's father seemed to be the opposite of her own. That father cared.

A sudden jolt threw Elizabeth forward and Will immediately reached out and pulled her back. To him. She threw him off of her and stepped off of the carriage, almost tripping as she landed. The coachman had already left the carriage and was kneeling down over something. Elizabeth hurried forward and stopped dead when she caught a glimpse of what the coachman had been leaning across.

It was the little girl. The same one who had been warned to be careful in crossing the street.

A/N: Well, there you go! Another chapter! I wrote this such a long time ago, so I'm thinking that I've improved a little bit at writing. Please review! It'll make me happy.

Holliday1081: Well, school is about to butt out of my life pretty soon! Except I do have finals next week.

Writerofdarkness6: Yes, those papers were pretty stupid. And those speeches are going to be even stupider.

williz: I absolutely loooove hopper mice! They are super cute. Your rhyme was very nice! I will remember it for forever. :)

DramaQueensRule: Oh, I absolutely love confetti! We were having a party in Drama class a while ago (our student teacher was leaving) and then we had this bag of compressed confetti and as soon as we opened it, it exploded in this huge blob of confetti. Then I had some in my hair all day, and it was great fun.