Things can be confusing at times

Title: "I shoulda told you from the moment I meant you." (2/3)

Author: villegirl17 aka Brittley

Rating: Maybe PG-13

Pairing: Anamaria and Jack

Summary: Anamaria can't believe Jack could be so blind...

Disclaimer: I own the POTC movies in only a copy of them not the rights or characters, and some memorabilla but that's it.

Pt. 2

He watched her go but he had no clue exactly what he should do. Was she really that upset about his ignoring her for the pass few days. Not that it was intentionally done, he just had a few things to come to terms with including not dying at the gallows for one. She should be able to understand that much at least he was sure. So why the tears he wondered and what in Davy Jones' Hell posessed him to kiss her like that. Of course he was feeling upset for her but he never done that before. Not to say he hadn't thought of it, but to act on it was definitely like signing his own death certificate. Anamaria was not the kind of woman you kissed and got to tell others about...well except for today.

"We must all be losin' it I suppose."

He told himself under his breath and shaking his head, but all the same he still felt the pain of guilt of doing something to her. It wouldn't let him breathe as he felt the feeling settle in around him. How did they come to this?

The more he thought about it the more confused he became. Anamaria had always meant more to him than he let on. Ever since seeing her scared and alone on the auction block that day, he never for a second let her out of his sight. He partially kept his feelings for her, whatever they may be or however serious they were, locked for safety. Knowing how low his enemies would stoop to get his attention, he could just see it now. One word about Ana and harming her and he would be at their mercy. He already knew without a doubt that if push came to shove he would gladly die for her. But what of that really?? He could see himself dying for anyone close to him, even Gibbs. The other part of keeping himself from her was cowardice. He never expected her to really want to leave the Pearl, and he never expected to be asked about how he felt for her by Gibbs or anyone. He was honestly at a lost for words when he asked him about her. Hell, he couldn't call her a friend really even if she risked her life for him, but she was no common whore either. In fact, he would kill the first man brave enough to even suggest that she was. He stared out at the sea like she had moments before he came over to her and vaguely wondered if she was thinking about him like he was of her. Did she even think of him in terms of more than just a captain or a legend??

"Cap'n?"

He sighed running a hand down his face and resting his head on the railing. He didn't have to look up to know who was coming over to see him.

"Aye?"

"Are...are you alright Cap'n?"

He nodded finally looking up at his friend Gibbs and feeling anything but alright. His head was so clouded with thoughts of her and his heart was guilty. What if she overheard them the other night he thought. Could that be why she was crying?? He looked back out at the sea really feeling the start of a headache now. If she heard him say that he thought of her like every other woman he couldn't blame her for being mad. However, that didn't explain why she acted like she didn't want to talk to him. Could he mean more to her too?? If so, there was only one thing he could do for her...set her free.

"Mr. Gibbs, set course for Tortuga."

"But Captain it's about 10 miles off course."

"Don't you think I know that?! Just do it anyway."

He didn't wait for a response as he headed for his own cabin. He had to get away from that spot on the Pearl and those thoughts. He had to clear his mind or at least dull it for awhile and the best way to do that was with rum.