A/N: My last chapter was the longest chapter I've written so far, and this one is even longer!

J.S.&A.M.

AnaMaria was having second thoughts. She was heading towards the Pearl. Towards Jack.

A million questions were swarming throughout her head. Should she tell him? How would he react? Would he deny she felt that way, saying it was just her sun addled brain? Would he faint? Would he run screaming? Would he hate her?

The most important one to her was the one she couldn't not think of, and the one she most wanted the answer to be yes in response to; Did he feel the same way?

If the answer was yes, she would cry with relief. But if the answer was no. . . she'd fall apart. No. She wouldn't. She'd be sad. But Ana would go on. She had to.

AnaMaria was suddenly jolted out of her panicked demeanor by the voice of Mr. Gibbs.

"AnaMaria? We haven't seen you for years. . . what are you doing here? It's bad luck to have a woman aboard"

AnaMaria looked at him beyond the rim of her own tricorn hat, much like Jack's. He saw the dark cloud behind her eyes and backed off quickly. "I'll go get some rum!" he said hurriedly.

She nodded. "You'd better go do that"

Ana made her way to the captains cabin. Was Jack even there? Probably. . . . She pushed open the door and stuck her head in. "Jack?"

She tip-toed inside the cabin.

"Ana?"

Spinning around at the sound of her name, AnaMaria glimpsed Jack laying on the floor. She ran over and knelt on the floor. Jack was clearly asleep, but from the fact he was laying on the floor, she'd have to guess that he had originally been unconcious.

"Ana?"

"Jack, I'm right here. Wake-up!"

"Ana. . . ."

She shook his shoulder, she wanted him to wake-up! His answers to her questions were imprinted in her brain, all those endless possibilities. She needed to know what only he could tell her. And to do that, he had to be awake!

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Jack felt someone shaking him. He knew he was laying on the floor. He even could vaguely hear AnaMaria calling his name, and telling him to wake-up.

Jack blinked. Everything was a blurr, but he forced his eyes open again.

"Jack!" AnaMaria graced him with a rare smile.

"Ana. . . what are you doing here?" Jack sat up with a bit of difficulty.

"Jack, I wanted to tell you something. And ask you something." Ana looked nervous, and he had the strangest feeling that she was going to bring up the same subject he was.

"That's a strange coincidence. I have something to talk to you about, too."

"Huh. . . you first."

Jack gulped. His hands sweat. He knew that they were both going to bring up the same thing, but what if they were on opposite ends? What if he loved her, and she wanted nothing to do with him? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. That alone meant he had to show some nerve.

"Ana. . . that night, on the Pearl. . . when you left the crew. . . do you ever think of it?"

They were both still on the floor, she kneeling, him sitting.

Ana was very quiet. "Yes. Sometimes." All the time. Every moment of every day. When I don't think, I dream. That was what she thought in her head. And her heart. Those two seemed to be plotting together lately.

"Why Ana?" There was no confidence in his voice. Just sadness in his eyes, much like there had been when he was going to leave the Pearl with the Kraken, before he himself had been condemned to Davy Jones' Locker with his beloved ship.

J.S.&A.M.

A/N: See! Getting longer.