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Summary: A woman should never believe a man like Jack...no matter how much she wants to. A proper double-drabble for BPS challenge "Believe."
A Man Like That
"I don't believe it."
She stared down at the small waves lapping against the empty pier. Closed her eyes briefly, shook herself. Opened them, and looked again; but the pier was still empty.
Her fists clenched, convulsively, by her sides. A leather-faced old fisherman casting his line nearby abandoned a tuneless whistle to look round at her vicious stream of invective, then looked hastily away.
"You bloody little fool. Oughta know better than to trust a rogue like that..."
But what female wouldn't believe such a man, with that silver tongue and that golden smile and those dark, bewitching eyes? You couldn't help but want the lies, even as you recognized the truth, the danger there. The Jolly Mon had taken to him, that was plain to see; taken him clear out of Tortuga harbor towards destinations unknown, and the little skiff wasn't the most biddable of ladies by a long stretch. You had to know the trick to her, gentle her just right, or she'd leave you adrift if not in the drink, likely enough.
"I'll put those thrice-damned eyes right out for you, Jack Sparrow," Anamaria growled. "As the sea is my witness. You see if I don't..."