Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

Disclaimer: Okay…once upon a time, these used to be kind of fun. Once again, I own nothing besides the plot and Cimorene.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long—but then, I didn't get that many reviews. Should I keep going? Anyway, I had a reason—I was in China…again to visit my relatives.

Chapter 16: Sod Off

CIMORENE

Cimorene glanced back and forth between Anamaria and Jack, extremely amused. The two of them had been sneaking looks at each other all morning. The fact that Cimorene and forced Anamaria into one of her dresses had not helped at all.

"So," Cimorene said, breaking the so-called ice and diving right in while innocently twirling her fork around her plate.

"So?" Anamaria questioned, shuffling uncomfortably in the dress that Cimorene had chosen for her. "So what? What is there to be so-ing about?"

"Well," Cimorene continued, still spinning her fork around with an innocent, wide-eyed look. "I just wanted to know…"

"Know what?" Jack injected after burning his tongue on some sort of Cimorene-concoction which made him seem particularly grumpy.

"What," Cimorene leaned for ward. "Happened. During. Last. Ni—"

Anamaria started choking on her drink, trying not to let it spew onto out of her mouth onto Jack and failing just the same. Jack ducked and banged his head on Cimorene's large table.

"What?" Anamaria shouted at the same time that Jack said "Ouch!".

Cimorene giggled.

ELIZABETH

She was motionless and numb as Will led her away from the scene of the small girl, who had been proclaimed dead. Her shock of the carriage and the yelling had forced her to turn her head—too quickly—and then, of curse, she was hit full-force by the horses, which rolled over her with the carriage. Elizabeth was so out of it that she didn't even bother to shake his hands off of her shoulders.

"It was an accident," Will said soothingly, trying to calm her down. He was very worried about her—and she knew that—but this didn't stop her from getting annoyed with him.

"I know it was a bloody accident!" Elizabeth cried shrilly, pushing away from him and breaking down completely.

"Elizabeth," Will said, moving closer to her, pleading her with those eyes of his. (A/N: I know of nobody who could resist that). "Elizabeth, please—"

"NO!" she hiccupped. She knew that she was being very immature, but she didn't care anymore. "Sod off, Will."

Elizabeth turned around, drew in a shaky breath, and started walking home.

JACK

"Excuse us," Jack said bluntly, getting up from his seat and pulling Anamaria up with him. Cimorene arched her thin eyebrows at him and gave him a quirky smile. Anamaria shot her and apologetic glance and glared at Jack as he pushed her into the kitchen and closed the door. She rounded on him, eyes flashing.

"What are you trying to pull?" Anamaria hissed, rubbing her arm where Jack's finger marks were white and completely noticeable against her dark skin. In any normal situation, Jack would have been extremely sorry about hurting her. In fact, he wouldn't have done such a thing in the first place. But Jack was tired, and through with playing games.

"Who is Cimorene?" Jack asked.

Anamaria froze; her hand stopped rubbing the finger marks which weren't fading.

"Cimorene…she…" Anamaria began slowly.

"Is who?" Jack said, sounding completely exasperated. "Where is she from? How did she come here? And how in the world does she know you?"

"I knew it!" came an extremely familiar voice. Two seconds later, Cimorene appeared and stooped by the doorway with a grin.

"First things first," she continued, examining her flawless nails.

"I'm Anamaria's half sister."

"You…" Jack stuttered, something he rarely did. "Um, you are…er…what?"

"I'm her half sister," Cimorene stated again, as if it was a "duh" thing that everyone should know about.

Jack was motionless. He realized that he did not know Anamaria. Sure, he could finish her thoughts and he loved her; more than anything, even his rum. (A/N: Now that is saying something). What he didn't know were things about Ana's past: where was she born, and also, what was her childhood like? He knew absolutely nothing about her before the day that he had met her in Tortuga. (A/N: Should I elaborate on that in future chapters? I have some ideas about their first meeting…) he'd never really thought about what Anamaria had been like before: he was occupied enough dealing with her present self, as she had that spark that most women Jack had ever met didn't. Anamaria was willing to fight for what she wanted and didn't like being pushed around. As Jack had experienced, she pushed right back.

"Helloooo? Earth to Jack Sparrow!" Cimorene bellowed, smacking him on the head causing the beads in his hair to rattle.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," he replied immediately, snapping out of his thoughts to find Cimorene poised with her hand in the air, ready to whack him again.

"You can put your hand down now," Jack told her hastily, rubbing his head. Cimorene lowered her hand, looking a bit unsure.

"Anamaria," Jack said, turning around to face her and look her in the eye. "I think it's time for you to tell me about your past."

A/N: Another chapter, finished! But if I'm going to do more, I don't know.

DramaQueensRule: Thank you for being so happy and supportive! It makes me very cheery. Anyway, I wouldn't know about getting glitter out of my hair…but confetti is pretty hard to get out of your hoody pockets, I know that. I hope that this update is longer! It sure looks like it, anyhow.

Williz: I know! It sounds like something I would do…completely forget about doing what my parents told me to do. :)

AramintaDitch: Wow has it been a long time since you've reviewed! It makes me happy that you're back and at it again. I'll definitely take a look at your combined story…it sounds awesome.