A/N: When I published previous chapter I forgot to say some things… First of all I want to thank you Jackie, who is again doing great work translating the story. I couldn't do it myself, so she is my angel :) Let's all hooray for her! One, two, three! Hooray, hooray, hooray! Thank you Jackie!

And the second issue, which I like to talk about… I wrote this part of the story in 2003-2004 and it is finished. You just have to wait as Jackie is translating it. I promise to add new chapters as soon as she'll send them to me.

I have been writing the third part since august 2005. It's going to take a while, because I'm having the most terrible writer's block ever. But I will finish the third part too, I promise that, even though I can't say, when it's going to be published in English.

Okay, so much for my thoughts. Please, enjoy two new chapters! And it would be nice, if you could review them too. Love you, guys!

Hot winds of the Caribbean 2

Chapter 2

After banging the door I stayed to sit on my bed. All seemed so vain. Whatever I did, nothing brought Jack back. I had made the decision by myself and now I carried the consequences of it.

I pressed my head in my hands and let tears to come. I had ruined my whole life by lying to Jack and now the man didn't even want to see me. Why I had to be such an idiot? If I had told the truth from the beginning, I might still be next to Jack on Pearl's deck.

I heard the door to open and I raised my eyes. Mrs. Roach walked in a worried look on her face.

"Dear, what is wrong with you? You have been so depressed and a wailer lately", the old woman said and sat next to me on the bed.

"You would not understand if I told you", I said to her sadly.

"I am old already, I understand more than you think", Mrs. Roach answered. "It is about the pirate. Isn't it? The one who kidnapped you, Jack Sparrow."

I stared the woman amazed. How could she have known? I didn't know what to say to her at all, and on the other hand I even did not want to.

"It's obvious. You don't want to give away those nasty man's clothes, which you were wearing. You stare at the sea from the window as waiting some specific ship. You shout his name in your dreams", Mrs. Roach kept talking.

"I do what?" I was surprised.

"You shout his name. I have heard it, I sleep in the room next door", she answered.

I was quiet. I had nightmares every night, where I lay in dark unable to move. I knew I had shouted Jack for help, but I didn't know I had shouted aloud. Suddenly Mrs. Roach grasped my hand. I turned to look at her.

"I know it is horrible to be away from him. I lost my husband quite young. But you need to understand that he is a pirate. You could have no future at all. He will be in gallows right away, when he is caught", she said looking straight into my eyes. "Instead with Phillip you will have a good future. When you father will pass away, Phillip will inherit everything. He will get your father's merchant vessels. He will be a rich man, and you would not have any shortage of anything. You understand you have made the right decision?"

"Do you know that money doesn't solve everything? You cannot buy happiness with it!" I said angrily.

"And love doesn't bring the food on table and guarantee a secure life", Mrs. Roach said emphatically.

I stared angrily in front of me. Mrs. Roach patted me encouragingly on the shoulder and then rose. She informed that dinner would be served in less than an hour and recommended me to come downstairs by then latest. I shrugged my shoulders at her and didn't bother to answer.

Mrs. Roach left the room and closed the door behind. I rose from bed and walked to my large wardrobe. I pulled the door open and lifted my pirate's clothes on bed. They were clean now, because the housekeeper had washed and repaired them. I took my pistol from its case and twiddled it in my hands. Jack had given it to me, just like my sword also. Actually I had got my clothes because of Jack as well. I would have wanted to put them on and run away from here, but I couldn't do it.

Apparently I was doomed to live in Port Royal the rest of my life. If only Mr. Smith hadn't found me... He had told me satisfied that someone had seen Pearl when we had been in this city with Jack. Somehow he had managed to trace us all the way to Blanquilla. There he had paid a lot to some pirate to find out where Jack had sailed. I suspected strongly that pirate had been captain Garter, and now I hated that woman even more.

Finally I put the pistol back in its case and put the clothes again in the wardrobe. Remembering the past didn't help at all, actually it just made me to feel worse. Holding my tears I went to downstairs for a dinner. Mr. Smith and Phillip already sat around the table. Both of them rose, when I arrived. I sat down on my chair and didn't look straight either one of them.

"Annabelle, you have to think what you say to the people! You cannot tell to commodore you left voluntarily with pirates. He might hang you", Mr. Smith snorted at me.

"That would be just marvellous", I struck back.

Before my so-called father had time to comment on my remark Mrs. Roach and Maria came to serve the dinner. I didn't fancy food, but I ate even something. Mr. Smith didn't say anything to me during the whole dinner and Phillip was also strangely quiet.

When the dinner was finally over, I told them I was going to sleep. Maria followed me to my room and helped me to take off my dress and my corset. Then I asked her to leave. I wanted to be alone.

I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. If my life was already this simple, what kind of it would be in few days. Then it came to my mind that soon I had to share the bed with Phillip and had to move in with him. Just the thought made me sick. There was no chance I would let Phillip to touch me and assuredly I would not want to give birth children to him.

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Next morning started just like the ones before. I woke up from the nightmare, I felt nausea and vomited, this time on the floor. Apparently Mrs. Roach had been somewhere close because she dashed straight in my room.

"Now I will send for the family doctor! You are definitely seriously ill!" she made a fuss and called Maria to clean my vomit.

"You don't need to", I said. "This will be over soon, I am not ill. This is just because of the tension." Mrs. Roach seemed a bit doubtful, but I looked at her as convincing as possible and finally she gave up. She took one of the dresses from my wardrobe and my corset. Then she hauled me to her room leaving Maria to clean.

Mrs. Roach wrapped the corset around me and started to tighten it. My nausea was not over yet and I felt even worse.

"I think it would better if you talked with the doctor, dear", the old woman said.

"There… is… nothing… wrong… with… me…" my talk was broken every time when the housekeeper jerked the corset's strings. "I am just excited because of the wedding, that's all."

But I knew quite well that it wasn't that I would have been excited because of the wedding. Rather the whole thought terrified me. I believed my nausea was because of the nightmare and because I missed Jack enormously. This I didn't want to tell to the old woman, although in some way I had learned to like her and trust her.

Finally Mrs. Roach helped me to put on dark green dress. Like always I slipped the shoes on and then let the woman to do my hair.

"Would you like to have breakfast, dear, before we are making a visit in your future home?" Mrs. Roach asked. I swallowed and shook my head. I couldn't eat anything at the moment. Woman nodded at me and opened her room's door. Silently we walked downstairs and straight out from the house. There was already a carriage waiting for us in the yard.

We climbed on the carriage and immediately it went onwards. I stared out from the window to Port Royal's streets and felt loathing towards the whole town. Rather I would have been in Tortuga, at least I would have been with Jack.

The carriage curved in to a yard of a small but pretty house. Phillip was already waiting for us on the door and came to help me out of the carriage. I let him to lead me in the house. I had to admit it was decorated really beautifully. Yes, it would be a beautiful prison for me.

I wandered through the rooms with Phillip. He explained eagerly he had purchased for us everything I had wanted. So I heard that the curtains had been ordered from England like I had wanted. I snorted quietly. Obviously Annabelle was used to easy and fast lifestyle if she ordered curtains from across the sea just like that.

We arrived to a small bedroom, which wide pillar bed filled almost entirely. I sat down on the bed to rest my feet. Phillip sat next to me and stayed to look at me. For some reason his stare annoyed me enormously. I clenched my hands to fist and opened them again. I wasn't violent person, but now I felt like to hit the man, most preferably really hard.

I was terrified my own thoughts. Phillip had not done anything wrong to me. The whole mess was not his fault in any way. We wouldn't even necessarily have met if I hadn't dashed out of the blacksmith's shop angrily on that fateful day in Port Royal.

Suddenly Phillip grasped my hands and pulled me close to him. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips on mine. Shocked I blinked my eyes wide open before pushing him away.

"What the hell are you trying!?" I yelled at the man.

"I'm sorry, Ann", Phillip said embarrassed. "I just thought the wedding is so close, so we could already-"

"You wish!" I roared in panic. Then I took a deep breathe and tried to calm down. "I mean I could not before the wedding… you understand, it wouldn't be appropriate", I explained the best I could so I wouldn't look suspicious in Phillip's eyes. He nodded and said he could wait well a moment longer.

I tried to smile at him, but when my smile started to change into a grimace I turned my back to him and walked out of the room. I didn't even want to imagine Phillip's hands on my body, but he seemed like he had thought it quite a lot.

I went back to living room and I saw Mrs. Roach to regard it interested. I walked to her and said I wanted to go home. Old woman looked at me wondering, but when she saw my requesting look, she agreed. We left without saying goodbye to Phillip.