Author's note: Solia's POV. And a little bit of history revealed.

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Why do I feel like this? Why does it matter to me? I don't care about him! If you don't care about him, why are you crying? He matters to you, no matter how much you want to deny it. You care about him. I don't care about him! I don't want to care about him! I want to go home. I wish I never met him. Don't say that. You know you're lying to yourself. I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. If I don't care about him, why am I crying so much? There's a knock at the door, I don't answer and I don't plan on it.

"Solia?" I don't respond. "It's Anamaria, open the door. Are you okay? Solia? Please open the door." I don't want to talk to anyone, but unlike him, I realize that I can trust her. I turn my head towards the door, and I just stare at it, waiting for her to go away. Then the doorknob turns. Shit. I forgot to lock it. She opens the door, concern painted across her face. "Are you okay?" She closes and locks the door. Well at least now I know that Jack can't come in. I don't answer her. "I saw what you did." She smiles. "God knows it's not like I haven't done that before." I laugh a little because I can't imagine her hitting him, but then I get serious again.

"He made me feel like a whore." I pause, and I'm not sure if I'm going to start crying again. "I asked to come with him, to come aboard, but that was it. I didn't offer myself to him. My freedom for his; that was the deal." I can feel my throat tighten up like I'm going to cry, but I keep talking. "I thought I could trust him; I was beginning to anyway, and then he ruined it." She looks at me, then up at the ceiling before she starts talking again.

"He kissed me once, and I did the same thing you did. I hit him so hard that he almost fell backwards." I still can't picture her hitting him, but the image of him about to fall makes me laugh. She smiles. "I don't even remember how it happened, but it did. I think he might have been drunk, I don't know. Sparrow's been knocked around so many times I'm surprised he still has a head." Both of us laugh, and I wipe the tears from my face.

"Were you with him?" She looks a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, were you together?" The same look occupies her face. I sigh. "Were you and Jack lovers?"

"Me? And Sparrow? Lovers?" She laughs, and the look that was on her face seems like it transferred to mine because now I'm the one confused. "You think that me and Sparrow, Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow, were lovers?" The laughing continues. "That has got to be the funniest thing I have ever heard."

"You weren't?" I'm still confused.

"Hell no! I've known Jack almost my entire life. He's like my brother. A real pain in the ass, but aren't they all? I grew up with him. That's why I was so angry when he kissed me. You're not supposed to be going around kissing your sister, you know what I mean?" I nod my head. "I worked hard, and I ended up getting my own boat. Nothing fancy, single mast, but I loved it. And you know what he did?"

"What?"

"The bastard scuttled it! I was so angry with him. He still owes me a ship." I'm smiling at her now. Anamaria's the kind of person that could make anyone smile, no matter what. Her smile fades, and she starts to speak again. "You wanna know something though?" She doesn't let me respond. "I've seen Jack with women before, so I know how he acts, but with you, he's different. He's not himself. I don't know how you feel about him, but I just wanted you to know that." I can feel a few stray tears trail down my cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"Are you crying?" She laughs a bit, causing me to follow her. "Let me tell you something Solia. Pirates don't cry." She wipes the tears from my face and says, "Let's get you cleaned up and get some dinner okay? You've got to be hungry."

"A little."

"Okay, then we better not waste any time savvy?" She must have picked that up from Jack. She walks over to the dresser and soaks a cloth in the bowl of water on top of it and hands it to me. "Here." I wash my face while she fixes my hair. We both finish at the same time. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah." She gets up and starts heading for the door. "Wait."

"What?"

"Thank you." She smiles and hugs me.

"You're welcome." And I follow her down into the dining room.

Even if I can't trust Jack, I know I can trust someone. I can trust her, and right now, I think that's about all I need. Someone to trust.

Secondary author's note: Granted we Don't really know about Anamaria in real life, how do we know that the boat Jack was in at the beginning of PoTc wasn't hers? "You stole my boat!" It very well could be because Jack himself called the Interceptor a Ship and NOT a boat. Besides, boats are smaller.