A/N: AnaMaria and Jack! They are so awesome. For those Elizabeth and Jack lovers out there, I laugh at you and your weirdo-ness.
Disclaimer: Do I own anything? What do you think? Um, No! Unfortunately. . . .
AnaMaria slept, and while she slept, she dreamed. She dreamed of her, and of Jack. They had two daughters. Marina and Teresa. She had no idea why she named her daughters that, but she did, and they were beautiful. Jack and her were happy. He had all the good qualities he had in reality, a free spirit, and the added bonus of better morals, at least about how many trips he made to Tortuga. The rum drinking, stealing, and general pirating weren't changed. She wished with all her heart that was real. But it wasn't. It was a dream. So she woke up. And she cried.
(Meanwhile)
Jack sat in the Captain's Cabin of the Pearl, drinking rum.
Why had he gone to see Ana? He didn't need money. He had enough rum for a couple weeks. The Pearl was under his command for now, so he had no need for another ship. But then . . . why?
He missed her. He knew that. Rum is a powerful drink. Very emotion stirring, he decided. No, I didn't miss her. I got drunk.
"No" Jack thought. "I don't love her. Wait. Did I just use the word love. Jack Sparrow doesn't love anything but rum and the Pearl."
But he thought about it, and he realized why he had felt so lost after she left. He loved AnaMaria.
However, from the soreness of his face, he guessed that she didn't love him.
Jack took another swig of rum.