Author's note: Jack's POV. Thanks A LOT to my brother, Mark for the help, and the ideas at 2:00 in the morning. Luv ya mark! Also, we don't really know Anamaria's last name, but I took artistic license and gave her one. Oh, and I'm suffering from a case of writer's block (That's howI wrote my one shot.I actually had writer's block.) So hopefully I'll finish chapter 12 soon (at least I'm trying to work on it). Anyway thanks for sticking by me. On with the story!
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She looked so hurt when she left. I've got to make it up to her, but I don't think any apology will do it.
"Cap'n?" I ignore him, hoping he'll go away. I just need to think. "Cap'n? I don't know if I should tell you that I told you so, or if I should ask you if you're okay. That girl's tricky."
"I know, but she's different."
"Aye. If you ask my opinion…"
"Which I'm not," What could Gibbs possibly know about her?
"Aye. But if you were asking, I would say give her a 'lil bit of time of blow off some steam, because right now I don't really think she trusts you."
"Really? I couldn't tell. I thought she was just going to agree to marry me the way she was acting." Go away! I don't want to talk to you right now.
"Don't worry, she'll talk to you again. Just control yourself, and apologize. If you show her that you mean it, then she might just start to trust you again."
"Who are you, and what have you done with my first mate?" He laughs. I've never seen this side of him before, and I'm wondering if I should follow his advice.
"Trust me mate." He pats me on the back. "Now, I think Cotton's just about got dinner ready."
"May I ask you something? Who told you all that? I know you didn't come up with it on your own." I don't remember Gibbs ever having a girl, so how could he possibly know all this?
"Well you remember Daniels right? The one from Hispanola? Well, he knew how to get a strumpet or two in his day, and he gave me some advice."
"Mark Daniels? Didn't he leave and open the pub in Tortuga?"
"Aye." I pause for a moment.
"What do you say to paying Mr. Daniels a visit?"
"It depends. Is the visit regarding rum, or the girl?" I shoot him a look, and he throws his hands in the air. "I was just foolin' Cap'n. No need to maroon me."
"If it gets that bad, I think I just might." He laughs again, and we head down to the dining room. Anamaria and Solia are standing there talking to Cotton, and it hurts me just to see her. I was wrong, and I know it, but I don't know what to do. She's real. She's a real woman. I've never had a real woman. Whores are a totally different matter, they aren't real, they're paid for, and pretend. They are fantasy and make-believe. She's real. Honest, with feeling and true emotions.
I had always wondered how will had felt about Elizabeth, how someone could feel that way towards another person, and now I know, but the old saying rules firm in my mind, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn," and right now, I know that I am surely in the deepest circle of hell.
The crew eats the food; the same raucous chatter that happens at every meal. I see her sitting with Anamaria. I catch sight of her, and I know that she realizes that I'm there, but she doesn't even look in my direction. That in itself, the fact that she's ignoring me hurts more then all of her insolence combined.
Everything clears out, the crew goes on to enjoy themselves, drinking and playing their card games. But I just stand there staring out to sea, staring like she did. Occasionally, I look up at the stars, or take a swallow of rum, otherwise keeping my gaze firm on the horizon. I just wish I could figure her out.
"You really like her don't you Jack?"
"I'm not in the mood to be mocked, Ana, so why don't you just go away." She'd love to rub this in, she's been in her position before, but that kiss, I really regret. This one, this one I'm not so sure about. I didn't mean to kiss her, but I can't say I didn't like it. I feel horrible, and I know that what I did was inexcusable, but what am I supposed to do about it? "Where is she?"
"Down in her cabin. She was exhausted."
"Yes, well piracy can do that to you" She looks at me as if I've committed some horrible crime. "What?" No answer. "What are you staring at me for?" I don't like it when people stare at me; it makes me feel like I did something wrong, and perhaps I did. Perhaps? You know that you did Sparrow, so just admit it. Okay, so maybe…No. What I did was wrong, there's no getting around that, but how am I going to redeem myself?
"It just amazes me that's all."
"Would you mind explaining to me what the hell you are talking about?"
"She's right. You treated her as if she was just some whore. Jack! She's not some whore…"
"Stay out of it. It's not any of your business what I do."
"See? That's the problem! I'm going to make it my business. I know…" She pauses "I know how you feel about her, it's no secret. I've known you forever Jack. I know how you act around women, and you're completely different around her. It's like I don't know you anymore." She sounds hurt. She always told me she never had any feelings for me, but where is this coming from? "Don't hurt her Jack." She says as she walks away.
Where did all of that come from? I know she talked to her, but what did she tell Anamaria? Ana knows something…something that she's not telling.
"Wait!" She stops walking, and turns ever so slightly towards me. " What? "
"Figure it out." This time when she leaves, she doesn't turn back.
Maybe it's not just Solia. Maybe all women are frustrating like this. Wait, you're calling Ana a woman? Anamaria Velasquez is more pirate then woman Jack Sparrow and you know it. If it weren't for Gibbs, his superstitions, and the fact that he was with you since the mutiny, she would be your first mate. Just because you're having trouble with the governor's daughter doesn't mean you need to screw up your relationship with her too. If she gets hurt, Anamaria is never going to speak to me again, and feelings or no feelings towards me, I cant put her friendship in jeopardy. I have to make things right…but how?