Chapter 4

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Jack stirred from his chair in the captain's cabin. "Uggh." The sound of his own breathing made his head pound. What was the cause of this?

Ahh. . . rum. A wonderful drink. Until the day after. but why would he drink that much? Oh. "Ana. . . ."

Why had he let her go in the first place? He remembered how hurt and empty he'd been. He had drunk rum till he was sick, and drunk more rum to get rid of the acid flavor. He had been miserable, and he had never really gotten over her. How could he? He never would. Ever. He still couldn't believe he'd just let her walk away.

He shoved himself up, and thrust open the doors to the deck. He needed more rum.

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AnaMaria lifted herself up out of her cot, decidedly in a much better state than Jack. She thought to her revelation the night before. She needed to think. She decided to go to the market and get some supplies. The fresh air, and the people bustling about would hopefully soothe her.

Once arriving at the market, the first thing she noticed was a man with a tricorn perched on his head. But when the man turned, it wasn't Jack. Ana shook her head and vowed to keep her mind off the fore mentioned pirate. She went to a stall piled high with some fruit that looked similar to a mango. She grabbed ten. She had nearly gone ten minutes without thinking about him, when she went to grab some dried fish. She turned to pay the man. His eyes were dark and twinkled with hidden mischief, like Jack's.

She turned again upon hearing Jacks voice. Then this person had Jack's hair, another Jack's gold tooth just to the side of his front four. She was surrounded by Jack look-alikes'.

Ana let out a frustrated sigh. She just felt so over whelmed. She couldn't keep her mind off him. Jack had been on her thoughts since she left the Pearl, but lately? It had just gotten worse, and worse, and worse. She just couldn't not think about him.

She loved him. And maybe. . . just maybe. . . he loved her, too.

But could she risk it? Ever since she'd left she'd been lonely, but she had spared herself further heart break. But without him, she thought, heart broke all the more, a little each day, leaving holes the size of mountains, where everything leaked out.

She turned again and headed towards where she knew the Pearl was anchored. She had no idea how Jack felt. However, she had to try. She had to. She had to know.

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Jack swaggered towards the captain's cabin. Solidly, and utterly, drunk. Rum in hand, he collapsed to the floor. "Not sure I deserved that." He cracked a smile at his old comment, usually used when someone(often Ana) slapped him.

He knew it was because of the rum, but the room was spinning, and the edges of his vision were a blurry gray, with pinpoints of blue and red.

"Oh, Ana." He shook his head. "Ana. . . ."

His last thought before the room went black, was that she had never answered his question that night she'd left the Pearl. He had never found out why.

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A/N: I know I use the trailing off. . . a lot , but a lot of spots in my writing call for it. I'm sorry if any picky people find it annoying, but, it's my style.