That morning, Ana Maria was adjusting the main sail to the path Jack had mapped out for her at the start of the voyage, when Savannah grabbed the rope and roughly pulled it to the left, completely altering the position of the sail and jolting the ship with the sudden change of direction.
"What d'ye think you're playin' at Savannah?" Ana demanded, "you've completely changed our course!" Savannah kept walking as she had done as soon as she had secured the rope.
"We were going the wrong way." She called back. Ana was ever so slightly annoyed. Okay, she was really annoyed.
"You aren't captain of this ship Flint!" She yelled, "You can't change the whole bloody voyage without the captain's permission!" Savannah ignored her, and Ana jumped when she turned around to find herself facing Jack. "Did you see what she just-"
"I told her too." Jack said. Ana was just about to go off on a rant again when he got in first. "Not like that mind. What I actually told her to do was inform the crew of the change of direction."
"What change of direction?" Ana still had a hint of hostility in her voice. She disliked Savannah behaving like she was someone special when she wasn't even part of the crew.
"Flint made a discovery last night. We've been sent the wrong way. Some one's bin tryin' t' keep us away from that island." He saw the flash of anger cross her face again when she discovered Savannah was the reason for the changing of her orders. "Here, do me a favour lass. Go and explain this whole thing to Rosaline, just so's she knows what be goin' on."
"Why me?"
"Elizabeth say's she's 'ad her fill o' her. She won't talk to any of the men. Teeny won't speak to 'er because she called 'er a… somethin', I weren't really listnin'. She's pretty much set her mind onto hatin' me, and frankly, I don't want Savannah to do it. She's off on her high wire, and I don't trust 'er to handle the situation… rightly…" He knew he had said the magic words. He might as well have just said, 'I don't trust Savannah' from the start and she would have been off like a shot.
"Aye, alright then." Ana said, and looked set to go, when she turned back. "Captain," She started, "I…" Then she stopped, "Never mind." She was about to walk off, when Jack caught her arm.
"I'll tell Flint to stop bein' so… authoritive." He said, "You be me first mate, Ana. She'd do well to remember that from time to time." Ana grinned,
"Flattery will get ye everywhere," She said, walking off.
"I always hope, luv, I always hope. One of these day's you'll realise." Ana smiled and shook her head as she headed to Rosaline's cabin.
When she got there, she knocked on the door, quite heavily. Ana Maria was never one to beat around the bush. She could be sensitive when she needed to be, but at the moment she saw no reason to.
"Hello? Rosaline? It's Ana Maria. I'm the one who's not a bitch, or been insulted by you." Yet. She added to herself. "Look, I've got a key, an' I be comin' in anyway. But I'm givin' y' the chance to open it from your side." She waited for what seemed like ages, but could not have been more than a minute. Then she heard the soft click of the lock turning. The door opened a slit, and she saw Rosaline's face in the gap. "It's just me." She said, "Will ye be lettin' me in?" When Rosaline was sure Ana was telling the truth, she opened the door fully, and let her enter. As soon as she got in, she noticed the full plate of food on the table. "You not hungry?"
"No. I wasn't." Liar. Ana thought, but didn't say anything.
"Well, ye can just go on down to the galley when you are. Clay spends most of 'is time in there, peelin' potatoes and such. He hasn't really got much of a life you see. Fancies Martina like anythin' though." Rosaline smiled politely, and Ana fought back the urge to laugh. "You don't have to use your manners up on me. This is a pirate ship after all."
"Don't remind me." Rosaline said, with a hint of desperation lining her voice.
"It's not that bad you know. There's plenty of worse pirates you could have ended up with. Rob y', rape y' and chuck y' in the ocean." Rosaline shuddered.
"How can you live like this?" She asked Ana, "With all of these drunken rogues, and the smell, and… what?" She had realised that Ana was fighting back laughter.
"It's just I think the Cap'n would feel rather honoured if 'e knew ye just called him a drunken 'rogue'. Drunken fool is more fitting I think. Not that I ever speak ill of the Cap'n mind."
"Of course," Rosaline said, the beginnings of a smile appearing at her mouth. She thought Ana was different to the rest of the crew. She hadn't repulsed her as of yet, and she didn't look threatening, although there was a lingering thought at the back of Rosaline's mind that told her that Ana probably could look threatening if she wanted to.
"Captain Sparrow's a good man." Ana said, sincerely, "He didn't have to save your life, but he did, because it's the sort of thing he does."
"So you expect me to believe this crew is a 'good' little set of pirates, who go around saving people's lives?"
"Not at all." Ana said, "We're the most fearsome ship in the entire Spanish main." She said proudly, "But that doesn't change the fact that Jack Sparrow is a good man. He's quite annoying at times, and spends most of his time tryin' t' get every girl he sees to go to bed with him, but as long as you know how to ignore him he's okay." Rosaline made a face,
"He sounds repulsive." She said.
"Not really." Ana said. "Listen, why don't you come down to the galley with me. We can get y' some food if y' want."
"No thank you." Rosaline said this calmly, but Ana's eyes were quick enough to spot the look that flashed across her face for a split second.
"Alright then." Ana chose not to press the issue. "But the Captain sent me here to tell ye where we be goin'. No offence, but this is a very important voyage, and we can't waste time takin y' anywhere special, so y'll have t' come with us. We're sailing to a place called Isla de Corona, to find Will Turner's father. Will's the tall one, quite good looking, married to Elizabeth. Anyway, let's just say there's a lot o' people who don't want us to get there, and it's not goin' t' be easy, but that shouldn' bother you, seein' as you were prepared to drown rather than be here anyway. Apparently, that storm were just the tip o' the iceberg." Rosaline tried to take all of this information in, and accepted it, knowing that anything she said wouldn't count for anything. "And I'll be bringing ye some food, because y' look like y' haven't had a proper meal in months. Not healthy to be that skinny y' know. I'll bring y' some when I've done with me duties."
"Thank you," Rosaline said,
"Did y' want anything like, some clean clothes or something? I could…" Seeing the look cross Rosaline's face, she changed mid sentence, "I'm sure Elizabeth has something y' could borrow. I'm afraid pretty dresses aren't very practical in my line of work." Rosaline accepted Ana's gesture and she left, not wanting to push her luck.
One thing was bothering Ana Maria as she headed off to find Elizabeth. What did that look on her face mean? She thought. It was just when she mentioned joining the others in the galley. Why was she so afraid of the crew? Surely she could see that they weren't going to molest her or anything? Ana shook her head, and decided to tell Jack of her suspicions. He seemed strangely… concerned about Rosaline. Maybe Marti was right. Maybe it was just the bet he had with Clay. Maybe all he wanted was to get some action of a different kind to sword fighting on this voyage. But somehow, there was something that told Ana that this just was not the case.