Perhaps in a Past Life We Were Meant for One Another
By Rose Noire du Mort
It was more than a bit obvious to the crew. They never slept in the same bed anymore. They were no longer woken in the middle of the night to the sound of the two of them together. There was never an uproar of laughter from each other because of their secret jokes. Their only communication was about the Pearl. And though he never went up to bed with them, at ports he began flirting with whores.
What was happening to them?
Even Ana didn't know. She looked at the crew, drinking and having a good time in the galley. It made her remember the first time she and Jack kissed. Right in front of the crew. The witnesses brought out the music and rum toasting the pair. Things were not as joyous anymore.
"Ana-" "Jack-" they both started at the same time. "Are you-?"
"No, I'm gonna sleep on the deck, ay."
"Alrigh'. G'nigh' Jack," she said walking back to the cabin that she and Jack had only several weeks earlier shared.
"G'nigh' Ana," Jack whispered to her retreating form as he stood on the main deck, shirtless and barefoot as the wind blew the ends of his sash and his hair.
Anamaria laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. The candle next to her bed provided the only light she had and the window brought a cool air. Thoughts raced her mind as she tried to figure out what had happened to her and Jack. They were so much in love before and now they could barely stand to look each other in the eyes.
Little did she know that miles away in Port Royal her old acquaintances Elizabeth and Will Turner were having the same problem.
A/N: I'm gonna say this is a prologue cause it's reallllly short. So here's the prologue the first chappie will come out soon. Review please! Review! Review! Review!