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A/N So here's the last instalment of 'we'll meet again'. It brings you up to the present day at the end of the movie, and a few hours afterwards. Please review! Thanks.
The sun was barley peaking over the horizon; Jack had his crew lined up along the dock. Most men were older then him, the 19 year old Captain Ashford. He really had to change his name. He didn't want to be tracked down. He had changed the name of his ship already so he couldn't be traced, what was once called Arielle (after his mother) was now The Black Pearl. Although with that name, he refused to disclose his reasons. Almost all of his crew were pirates, not of the bad kind, lightweight ones, who were really just thieves but liked to call themselves a pirate to sound better. He was shouting out orders along the docks. As soon as his men were working on getting the ship ready to sail, he stood there, waiting. Waiting for his girl to turn up so he could have peace of mind. Waiting for her to join him on his grand adventure in the open seas. Only as the minuets ticked by, it began to look as though she wasn't coming. Jack sighed. It looked as though his plans would have to be put off another day as he tracked down Anamaria and dragged her ass on the ship. Just as he was about to move to tell his crew to undo all the work they had put in, a dark young women came round the corner. The relief that flooded through him surprised Jack, but he ignored the sensation.
"Anamaria, I didn't think you were coming! Is that… is that all you're bringing?" Ana looked at Jack in disbelief.
"Jack this is all I own. And it was a lot harder then you think to get out of that place at this time. I had to say goodbye to a few people as well…" Jack nodded, taking the tiny case out of her hands.
"Ok, ok, come on lots to do. We need to set sail before anyone notices we're gone. First I'll show you where your cabin is- you're the only woman on board so I had a room built for you, it's not big but it should be ok. And then once we're at sea I'll show you how to do simple things like tie knots…" Jack carried on, telling Ana excitedly all the plans he had for them once they were at sea. Not only did he plan on teaching Ana everything he knew about the ship and how to work it, but he wanted to teach her how to fight.
Once onboard he introduced her to the crew, and introduced her as his soon to be first mate. Of course she couldn't be yet, since she had no idea what she was doing, so he appointed a friend to do that job in the mean time. As soon as they were at sea, Anamaria allowed herself to go exploring. She hadn't found her cabin yet; one of the lower crewmates had taken her stuff and put it in her room. She knew where the captain's quarters were- as if she could miss it! She was also one of a few that had had the privilege of seeing inside. She could find her way around the deck relatively well now, and had just managed to make her way down to the galley. Now to find the cabin.
It took her over half an hour to find the cabin, having gone past it more then once. Its location made her think it would be even smaller then her room at the house, but when she opened the door, her mouth fell open. It was at least twice the size of her old room, maybe even more. It had a decent sized bunk in the middle of it, a nice sized window overlooking the sea, a wardrobe on one of the walls, a small size table/desk in the corner next to the window. Overall, it was more then she had been expecting and it was more then she had ever had before.
They had been sailing for around 10 months when they had they're first battle. They were too far away from land, and were getting in desperate need of new supplies. They targeted a weak looking merchant ship, heavy in the water. Whereas Ana had doubts whether or not she was ready for a real fight, Jack had none. He had taught her everything he knew, and she was already better with a sword then most on the Black Pearl.
Of course it had been relatively easy to beat the ship. But that didn't stop them from feeling proud at having won their first ever battle. The crew took great delight in ransacking the merchant ship, taking supplies, gold, jewellery and anything else that came in their path. That was the day Jack and Anamaria became pirates…
Not long after that day, Jack changed his name to Sparrow. Once again he didn't explain the details.
After the first attack, The Black Pear only became stronger and better known. Instead of attacking ships when they needed to, they began doing it for the fun of it. Although they could have been worse then they were. They almost always left most of the crew unharmed, with a chance of getting back to land alive. Jack wasn't fond of killing men for no reason, and often just wounded them when he could. However Anamaria had a taste for it, and found she was taking out pent up anger on the men. At first this scared Jack. But as time went on, he saw her become a new woman. As she grew older she became stronger in more then the physical sense. She gained mass respect from the crew, both from battles and from being a friend. The pair of them became fond of Rum, card games and gambling. Both became extremely good at the games, usually using cheating methods to win. He didn't understand where the anger came from at first, and neither did she. But as the time wore on, that anger turned into the fire that made her into the woman she is today. Feared by many, loved by few.
4 years they sailed together. 4 years they shared the same bond that they had whilst growing up. On the ship they barley left each others side, on shore was a different matter. They had their space from one another. Jack became well known with the strumpets and Anamaria with the men she gambled with. The Black Pearl gained an amazing reputation, causing it to quickly become one of the most feared pirate ships in the Caribbean. Then, one day with no warning at all, Anamaria told Jack she planned on leaving.
It felt as though she had put a knife through his heart. He never expected her to leave him. He thought she would always be by his side, where, now, he thought she should be. But she had dreams. She didn't dare to dream big, but it was big enough for her. She was going to buy her own boat. A small vessel, no more then 5 man. She didn't plan on going far out to sea, just far enough to feel the sense of freedom, and being her own captain. Jack nodded and went along with it. Thinking, hoping that it was just a fantasy and that she wouldn't really do it. Then he found out she had been planning it for over a year. Saving up her gold. Ready to make her own way in the world. He had to let her go.
She wouldn't let him go with her the day she bought her boat. She didn't want him to see what she was 'settling' for. He helped her with her stuff, leaving it on the docks next to her. By now he had mastered the art of hiding emotions, as had she. But neither could hide the sorrow in their eyes. Just as she turned to leave, Jack caught her arm. Before she could say anything, he bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Until we meet again" And with that, Jack and Anamaria went their separate ways…
7 years later. (We're catching up with the movie now!)
A rather pissed off looking Jack Sparrow sat in a tavern in Tortuga, drowning his sorrows and trying to think of a way to get to Port Royal. It was getting close to 10 years, since Barbossa had stolen his beloved ship, and he was still on a mission to get her back! And make him pay of course…
He hadn't seen Anamaria since that day on the docks. He had convinced himself that she was avoiding him. But it might've been that they're paths just hadn't crossed in all those years. He sat, lost in his thoughts, oblivious to world, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Or maybe that should be rather violently shaking his shoulder.
"Wha'?"
"Ello capt'n Sparrow! Fancy seein' you around 'ere!" Since when did she have such a strong accent?
"Anamaria! What a surprise. It's been what?" Jack put a finger to his chin, mocking the thinking pose. "10 years now?"
"11 actually but whose countin'?" She had a rather large grin on her face, which soon faded. "I 'eard 'bout your ship. I told ye, ye couldn't trust 'at man. But would ye listen. Naw!" She paused. "Sorry." Jack shook his head.
"Darrin' Anamaria take a seat. What can I get you?" the grin reappeared on her face.
They spent the evening talking, chatting about the past few years, what Jack had done, what Anamaria had done. Jack was surprised to find out that Ana still had her boat. She took him down to the docks, gave him a tour, and then they went back to a different tavern and drank more ale. It took an awful lot to get Anamaria to pass out in a drunken stupor, and even as the plan formed in his head he felt guilty. Her head was on the table, at an angle. Jack stroked her hair absentmindedly as he thought about what he wanted to do. She would kill him, he knew she would. But it had to be done. I'll bring it back… sighing, he signalled to the bartender to give him keys to a room. He carried her up there, leaving money on the side. He bent down, kissed her head and said sorry. Then he got up and left. In the moonlight he stole her boat, her pride and her happiness.
Seeing her on the docks that day sent lightening bolts down his spin and through his heart. He was both ecstatic and nervous to see her. He had never had the pleasure of one her slaps before, and he was glad. They stung like hell! No one but them knew the history between them. And it didn't look like Anamaria wanted to share. She wanted even. And it didn't look like she was about to forgive Jack in a hurry either. Still, when she agreed to sail with them he couldn't help but smile. Memories came flooding back to him.
Throughout the whole journey she avoided him like the plague. It became obvious that she didn't want to know him, let alone talk to him. She was only on the trip to get the ship. Or at least that's what she made out. He wasn't surprised when he saw the Black Pearl sailing away without him. He put it down to fair justice. He knew Anamaria would be happy now, and that was something.
Captain Jack Sparrow had given up hope at the hanging in Port Royal, although he'd never let anyone know it now. He felt his new crew had left him, the most important person in the world didn't want to know him anymore, and he had no chance of having his beloved ship back. As long as she was in the hands of Anamaria he knew she'd be safe. So when Will had saved his life, it hadn't made sense to him. He had no where to go. Then while he was in the water, he saw his ship come for him. And he knew who else was there waiting. The feelings that rushed through him still amazed him.
Anamaria looked round the cabin that she had lived in to begin with on the Black Pearl. It hadn't changed much. Since being back on the ship she had cleaned the place from top to bottom (with the help from some of the crew). She had started with the Captains quarters and finished with hers. No one had slept in the Captain quarters since gaining the ship. It hadn't felt right. She couldn't go in there, as in her mind it was, and always will be just Jack's room. It was then she decided to go back for him, and it hadn't taken much to persuade the crew either.
She hadn't spoken to Jack since he came back on board. As soon as he had taken over the helm once again, she had left quickly and quietly. She was unsure if he would have even noticed. Sighing she put things back in there place and laid on her bunk. Darkness closed in and she fell asleep.
Lightly knocking on the door, before poking his head round, Jack saw that she was asleep. He came in quietly, closing the door gently behind him. He stood over her for a moment, watching her sleep. Then he sat down. Then he laid down. Then he took her in his arms. He lay like that for 4 hours before she woke her eyes still sleepy when she looked round at him.
"Thank you." Anamaria nodded slightly. The pair lay in comfortable silence for a while, before Jack broke it. "I've something to give you." Ana's eyebrows raised a little, her eyes showed confusion. Jack moved off the bed, pulling something out of his coat pocket. A painting. Ana sat up. "I think you left it by accident when you left. I found it when… well. I found it. I put it in a 'safe' place in my cabin, and obviously Barbossa didn't find it." Jack grinned slightly, as he handed the painting to her.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw her long forgotten painting. Tears began to well up in the girl's eyes for the first time in decades. It was a painting her mother had given her, something she herself had done.
On that beach, forever ago, Joanna sat down, paints in one hand, paper in the other. She painted the smiling face of her daughter and the boy she took care of. Their arms were across each of their shoulders, their faces a picture of carefree happiness. And underneath the word 'forever' was written.
Jack lent down and kissed Anamaria on the lips and for once she didn't pull away. Then he whispered the word 'forever' to her…
THE END!
A/N yay that's the end to my short(ish) little story. Hope you enjoyed! Please review on your way out (that little button down there! See it? Good…) Thanks! Captainme x
(Oh and if your bored… fancy checking out that other new one-shot I've just written? 'Forever your's'. Not that I'm hinting or anything… thanks!)
