A/N: Enjoy.
AnaMaria sat in the Captain's Cabin, thinking about Jack and her argument.
Truth be told, she didn't care that he had stolen her boat any more. The real reason she was mad at Jack was because she blamed him for her leaving the Pearl. She thought back to that night, so long ago.
(flashback)
AnaMaria gathered her things, her clothes, some gold coins, and a few rum bottles she'd hidden from the rest of the crew. She snuck on deck. The Pearl was anchored for the night, and everyone was asleep. She couldn't take anymore. See, Jack Sparrow was all swagger and compliments on the outside. But on the inside he was selfish and a coward. But not always, she reminded herself. He was kind, and forgiving, and short of stealing the rum, he never saved his own skin and let everyone rot. He kept up the pretense of following the Pirates rule, Those left behind, stay behind, but he always came through in the end.
She tried to convince herself she didn't, but eventually the truth became clear to her.
So she was sneaking away.
"Ana?" Jack called after her. She closed her eyes and turned around. "Ana? Where are you going?" His eyes fell on her bag. "Oh."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I don't want to stay on the Pearl, anymore."
"Why?" Jack asked, sounding sad and lost.
AnaMaria didn't answer, she just smiled sadly, turned, and climbed off the ship to leave Jack alone in the shadows.
(present)
So there it was she thought, laying in her cot. The real reason she was so furious with Jack was not because he stole her boat. It was because she loved him.