Pirates of the Caribbean: Anna Chapter 7: Intermission Returning of the Hat, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic

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A/N: I know that I said that I was going to make this story from Anna's perspective, but I've decided to write part of this chapter from Elizabeth's point of view, so that you can see some 'interaction' between an imprisoned (but still arrogantly cocky) Jack and herself. Hope that you like it. Thanks for taking the time to read this…

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Walking past the guards, who were smirking to themselves, Elizabeth raised her chin and told herself not to wince when she heard the door close behind her. She remembered reassuring Anna that she would be fine, and she knew that she couldn't get chicken over such a little thing. She didn't know why she was nervous to see the handsome pirate again. It wasn't as if she was afraid of him, because there honestly wasn't anything that frightened her, but there was something about this reluctant savior of hers that made her stomach do cartwheels and made her want to lose her dinner from nerves.

Narrowing her eyes in determination, she shook her head, dispelling these odd feelings, and walked down the small spiral of stairs to the sounds of desperate whistling.

Blinking until her eyes got accustomed to the dark, Elizabeth stayed in the shadows for a moment, looking at the different cells. One was filled with a couple of pirates, who were waving a bone in the direction of a dog with a ring of keys in his mouth. They were waving said bone and whistling, trying to make the dog come towards them.

One particularly desperate prisoner called: "Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone? Come here. Come on."

The dog just looked at them as if asking if they seriously thought he was going to move a muscle towards them.

A voice from the cell next to theirs announced: "You can keep doing that forever, the dog is not going to move."

Recognizing that voice, Elizabeth (still unnoticed by the prisoners) peered into the shadows of that cell and saw Jack sitting with his back against the wall, his head bent and eyes closed as if he were meditating of some sort. Looking down at the hat in her hands, the young woman looked back up the stairs and knew that she could go back up and no one would know that she had ever been down here. Elizabeth Swann! She suddenly scolded herself harshly. You are no coward. With that, she continued walking down the steps.

The pirates all turned to look at Jack and shook their heads. The speaker of the pirates made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat before declaring: "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet."

Jack turned slightly to get a look at them, and he smirked. That smirk also grew when he noticed the young woman coming down the stairs. "What a pleasurable surprise, lass." He watched as she came to stand next to his cell, ignoring the other pirates, who had forgotten all about the dog and the bone and were just openly admiring her classic beauty. "Miss Swann, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is." Elizabeth nodded as she came up to the cell. "I believe this is yours."

"My hat!" Jack exclaimed gleefully when he saw what she pushed the through the bars. Receiving it with tender hands, he looked it over to make sure that nothing had ripped or torn, kissed the weatherworn hat when he discovered it all in one piece, and then placed it ceremoniously on his head before smiling up at the woman who had been the one responsible for this joyful reunion. "Thank ye, this here hat holds sentimental values for me. How did you come upon it?"

"Anna. She had it."

Stretching lazily in the cell, Jack tiled the hat so that it shadowed his face, and leaned back against the wall arms cushioning his head. "Ah yes, how is said Strumpet?"

All of Elizabeth's nervousness turned into rage. "How dare you refer to my sister as a strumpet? I'll have you know that she is one of the most respectable women in Port Royal! And what right do you have to be calling her names?"

During the entire ranting Jack just stared at the woman in pure amusement. Not even the women in Tortuga had been able to get him this interested, and that was something, considering the women in Tortuga. A smirk appeared on his face when Elizabeth finally stopped for air, but when her pretty little mouth opened once more (most probably to growl at him some more) Jack decided that it really wasn't a good idea to have the wrath of this little woman fixed solely on him, so, with the quick mind that only a pirate has, Jack wisely concluded that it was time to stem the harshness directed at him and try to delegate some of the blame onto someone else.

Sitting up straight and leaning away from the wall, Jack put on his most innocent face, which, while still being far from innocent, had been considered charming by many. And if there was something that Captain Jack Sparrow had in abundance, it was charm. "Miss Swann, I was merely referring to the other Miss Swann as that youngling referred to her." Of course, Jack left out the part where he had called Anna that, but he believed that that wouldn't gain him any graces in Miss Elizabeth's dazzling eyes.

"Youngling?" Elizabeth asked, her ire momentarily forgotten as she began wondering what the world the pirate was talking about. For a moment she was silent, waiting for him to explain himself, but when he offered no explanation, she narrowed her eyes and stomped a foot in impatience. "What youngling?"

"The eunuch of course." Jack announced lazily, once more leaning against the wall contentedly, not at all acting like a man who had an appointment with the gallows in the morrow. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"Eunuch?" Elizabeth turned to look at the pirates in the cell next to theirs, who had all groaned as if in pain when the word 'eunuch' had been mentioned. She also believed that she heard mumblings of 'that poor scallywag' and 'barbarianism' which caused her to grow even more curious. "I'm afraid that you have lost me, Captain Sparrow. I don't know of any eunuch."

Jack didn't even look at her anymore, seeming rather bored with their conversation. But deep down inside, the cunning pirate was congratulating himself on the brilliant delegating he had pulled off. "Oh of course you do." He announced as if she should be ashamed not to remember whom he was talking about. "I'm referring to that blacksmith lad."

"WILL?" Elizabeth shrieked in horror, beginning to imagine all the horrible things she'd do to that male once she got her hands on him. How dare he say something like that about Anna? And to a pirate nonetheless! "Why that two-timing, no-good, unbelievable Nancy-boy, wait till I---."

The young woman suddenly stopped her line of spoken thoughts, much to Jack's disappointment because he had been rather entertained and shocked to hear a lady calling anyone a 'Nancy-boy'.

Elizabeth's beautifully mysterious eyes went wide in horror as she wondered if in her silly infatuation, if Anna hadn't given Will a reason to be telling people she was a—heaven forbid—a strumpet?

"Fishin' for flies, are we lassie?" Jack asked suavely, face betraying his amusement.

Closing her mouth rapidly, Elizabeth glared silently at him. Then, when she was about to open her mouth and tell him exactly what was on her mind, there was an explosion near by, and the fort shook so much that she nearly lost balance. "What the blazes in going on?" She cried, hearing the cries and the gunshots.

The pirates ran to the little window inside of their cells. There was intense interest written all over their faces. The young woman could just see the hope that seemed to shimmer through their bodes at the thought that maybe their comrades had come to save them from the gallows in the morrow, and for a second, she felt sorry for the pitiful, hopeless, scallywags.

During the whole time Jack hadn't moved, just contented himself on watching Elizabeth trying to steady herself. But then, he suddenly stiffened. "I know those guns!" Getting up with the grace of a cat, he hurried to his little window and held onto the bars as if they alone would save his life. "It's the Pearl!"

"The Black Pearl?" One pirate screeched. There was silence as he looked at his fellow comrades, ignoring the lady in their midst. "I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

Elizabeth gulped.

Jack turned his head slightly so that he was looking at the pirate who seemed to have the inside information. Unlike the other pirates in the other cell, who had all gone blank or where making the sign of the cross as if to ward off all evil, Jack was…smirking? "No survivors?" He questioned with an amused shake of his head before returning his gaze to the ship just out of Elizabeth's sight. "Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"

Narrowing her eyes with suspicion at the mysterious pirate whom both interested and infuriated her, Elizabeth stepped forwards with her hands on her hips. "You seem to know something that the rest of us don't about that godforsaken boat."

Not even turning to look at her, Jack shook his head. "Miss Swann, The Black Pearl is not a boat, it is a ship. And secondly, it in itself is not godforsaken, but the man who became her captain by foul means is. Barbossa, or Captain Barbossa, as he likes to be called now, and his men, are the only godforsaken things on that glorious ship, if the rumors I have heard are correct."

Rather irate at the situation and his evasive nature when it came to her questions, Elizabeth stepped forwards and grabbed hold of the bars of his cell. Sometimes she had to remind herself that he was a pirate, but really, didn't pirates at least know that it was rude to give a lady your back when talking to her? "And pray tell, Captain Sparrow, what rumors have you heard?"

"You're sister calls me Jack."

Her mouth fell open and she once more wondered if she wasn't the only one who had kept secrets from her sister. Refusing to dwell on those disturbing thoughts, she narrowed her eyes once more at his back. Why wouldn't the bloke turn around to look at her? Was she going to have to go in there and turn him around physically? "Well, I'll have to have a talk with her about that, now, won't I?"

"Or you could just call me Jack as well." Came the suave answer from the pirate whose eyes never left the ship that was firing mercilessly at them.

"I think not." She snapped, feeling very vexed at the pirate for getting on her nerves and vexed at herself for allowing him to. After a couple of minutes of silence, she growled. "Will you tell me what is it with you and that boat?"

There came an aggravated sigh from Jack. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's not a boat?" He turned to look at her in annoyance before returning his gaze out of the window. "For the last time, The Black Pearl is not a boat, it is a…duck!"

"A duck?" Elizabeth frowned in confusion, but before she could command he be serious with her, there was an explosion and she screamed and ducked as a hole was blown into the wall of the cell next to Jack's. Dust and little chunks of wall flew in the air and she covered her head with her arms, praying to all holy that she'd make it out there safe and in one piece.

She suddenly began coughing and sneezing at the same time, remembering quite ironically how she had once argued with Anna over the fact that she disagreed that doing so was possible. Anna! Her eyes widened. Was her sister hurt? Dead? I'll never forgive myself if I've caused her to get hurt!

When she got up finally on shaky feet, Elizabeth watched as the prisoners in the other cell were silently making their escape from the hole in the wall.

One turned to look at Jack before leaving. "My sympathies, friend, you've no manner of luck." And with that, he escaped into the dark of the night.

Jack then turned to Elizabeth, looking quite exasperated. "Well, just don't stand there, looking at me! The dog with the keys is somewhere about!"

"Why should I help you?" Elizabeth wanted to know, glaring at him.

"Isn't that why ye came here in the first place?"

Hating his logic, she sighed, and would have gone chasing the keys if there hadn't been a crash upstairs and if she hadn't seen the guards come tumbling down the stairs. She didn't even hear Jack whispering for her to hide, because her feet had already taken her into the darkened part of the room, and she leaned hard against the wall, pulling the skirt of her dress closer around her protectively.

Down came two pirates, no doubt two of the godforsaken ones that Jack had spoken about. One looked around the room and frowned in disappointment. "This ain't the armory."

The other ignored his companion and turned to look at Jack in silence before shaking his head. "Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg—Captain Jack Sparrow."

During this Elizabeth narrowed her eyes in surprise and suspicion. How was it that Jack knew these pirates?

The one called Twigg came to where the other was standing, and spat in revulsion when he saw Jack. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone in a godforsaken island, sinking into the distance." He then turned to his companion and sniggered nastily. "His fortunes aren't improved much."

Not looking disturbed by their entrance in the least, Jack raised an eyebrow at them. "Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Suddenly the man's hand shot out between the cell bars and grabbed Jack by the collar.

Elizabeth placed her hands over her mouth to hide the sound of her horrified gasp.

Jack just looked down at the skeletal arm and the mere bones for fingers that held onto him, a small smirk appearing on his handsome face. "So there is a curse. That's interesting."

Releasing Jack, the man's arm and fingers escaped from the moonlight and once more they appeared to have flesh. "You know nothing of Hell." He then turned to look in the shadows, directly at Elizabeth. "But you, on the other hand, milady, shall."

Twigg grabbed her and pulled her out into the light. "She's a pretty one, Koehler."

Elizabeth struggled to get out of his grip, remembering far too well the look of his partner's arm when the moonlight touched it, wondering if the pirate holding her was this way as well. Was she being touched by a skeleton? "Let go of me!"

"Feisty too."

Koehler ignored Twigg and circled Elizabeth as a predator does his prey. "What's your name, wench?"

Jack got up rapidly and grabbed onto the bars. "She's no one special. Just some wench that came to offer me some water to refresh myself. You know my charm with the wenches."

Elizabeth was just about to snap at him for saying that she was no one special, but then she remembered that she was in the presence of pirates. It was best to not be of any importance. They might kidnap her for ransom!

Koehler ignored Jack. "I asked her. Answer girl!"

Lowering her head, Elizabeth tried remembering how Daisy would act around them, and tried acting as much as servant as she could. "My name is Elizabeth, uh" What name could she say? If she said Swann they'd know whom she was! What name did she know that wasn't related to anything or anyone important in Port Royal? "Turner."

Jack's eyes widened in shock and his mouth promptly fell open. "Turner?"

Elizabeth raised her gaze at him slightly and frowned in confusion. What was wrong with Turner?

Koehler looked over at Twigg and then reached for the doubloon, which had somehow come out of its hiding place in her bosom. Jerking it from her neck, silence filled the room before he passed Twigg the doubloon and looked at her. "How did you come about this?"

"It's mine."

Jack slapped his palm to his forehead mumbling: "Unbelievable."

Elizabeth frowned at him even more.

Koehler broke into a toothy grin, and the moment she saw his rotting teeth Elizabeth wished that he hadn't. "Miss Turner, you have just won a trip on The Black Pearl."

"What?" Elizabeth cried out as Twigg grabbed her from behind. "No! Let go of me! I'm not eligible for ransom!"

Jack pulled at his cell bars furiously. "Let go of her you son of a sea sick cabin boy's dog!"

"We think not." Koehler announced. "And thank ye, Jack Sparrow, for giving her into our arms."

"JACK!" Elizabeth screamed as they dragged her up the stairs and outside. Once outside she began screaming murder, and was only silence when the back of Koehler's pistol connected with her head, sending her into blissful darkness.

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Clutching at her heart, Anna's breathing seemed to come with dificulty. Something was wasn't right.

Elizabeth…

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