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When Jack finally woke up, he was hit with a dizzying sense of déjà vu. It wasn't the first time he had found himself on the ground with a splitting headache this week, albeit this time was for a different reason.

What was surprising, however, was that he was on a ship and not one that was familiar to him. The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head and he hadn't the foggiest idea where he was. Well, apart from the fact that he was in a ship's brig.

It was a bit infuriating for someone like Jack not to be able to see what was going on around him. For what seemed like hours, he didn't lay eyes on another human being. Determined to be let free, he tried screaming out like a madman for a while but to no avail. He then moved on to singing old sailor tunes but still no one appeared to let him out from behind bars. Unlike Port Royal, there was no trusty dog to slip him the keys. The captain was curled up on the floor of his cell when he noticed light appear from above. Someone was descending the step ladder and Jack scrambled to be able to see his potential saviour.

When she finally appeared in front of him, Jack thought God was playing some kind of cruel joke; she hardly looked like someone who would be safe on a pirate ship. She was tiny, slightly-built, mousy looking girl and she didn't speak, no matter how hard Jack tried to pry words out of her.

"Hello, beautiful," he smiled, employing some of the old Sparrow charm, "Any chance you could let a poor fellow out for a quick breather?"

The young lady's head dropped down, avoiding his gaze. Jack supposed she was used to be propositioned; maybe she did belong on a pirate vessel after all. When he inquired as to her name, she, once again, didn't reply. Instead, she put down the mug and bowl she was carrying and produced a key from the apron of her servant-like attire.

The key opened the large padlock on a small door near the bottom of his cell, like that on a bird's cage. The tiny woman pushed the mug and bowl through the space before re-locking the door with urgency. Her hands were shaking and Jack wondered what reason she had to be nervous.

On further inspection, Jack discovered he had been given whiskey and a hunk of hard bread. It was hardly elegant but Jack was used to the pirate diet. "Cheers, love," he thanked the diminutive servant. She allowed herself to look at Jack for a moment, grey eyes wide, before hastily fleeing back up the step ladder. Finding himself alone again, he munched miserably on the stale bread. He hadn't even done anything wrong, for once, and here he was forcibly imprisoned. Barbossa had to be behind it, there was no other explanation but how could the old man have known he was listening in to people discussing his plan?

Jack wasn't left to wonder for too long. After what was a much shorter wait than the last time, the hole in the roof opened once more, however the light shining in was severely diminished, leading him to believe night had fallen.

A smile crept onto his face, as he thought of the tiny, silent girl from before but soon disappeared when he saw who was standing in front of him- it was the man who had kidnapped him. Jack gulped again.

"Sparrow," the man addressed him in his smooth, deep voice, "The captain will see you now."

As far as Jack was concerned it was about bloody time. He'd wasted a whole day of his life inside this godforsaken ship.

"Brilliant," he flourished sarcastically, as the man swang his cell door open. Finally he could establish where he was and get himself the hell off of this boat, if need be. He was already losing valuable time; Barbossa could be halfway to the new continent by now.

The dark man's substantial bulk had not decreased in the twenty-four or so hours since Jack had last seen him. His appearance was intimidating enough to keep even Jack Sparrow in place, so the captain did not dare make a move out of line as he was walked across the ship's deck towards the entrance of the cabin. The ship's crew were up on deck while this happened and he couldn't help but hear fragmented whispers, including the mention of his name on several occasions.

Behind the heavy wooden door that separated it from the deck lay one of the most luxurious captain's cabins Jack had ever seen. It was like a floating palace, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and ornate carpets covering the wooden floors. The room was equipped with a large writing desk, which would not have looked out of place in the house of a high-ranking official, as well as its very own dining table that was carved from a beautiful, dark wood. Various artworks and other ornaments decorated the rest of the room and Jack couldn't brush away the feeling that he was about to be confronted by a very successful pirate.

Suddenly, there was movement from behind a divider screen, which was up a short flight of stairs and in the back corner. Jack vision was partially obscured by his captor's massive biceps but he could hear the soft padding of bare footsteps behind the divider. A bittersweet cocoa scent that seemed strangely familiar became apparent to him for the first time.

"That will be enough, Christopher," the elusive person spoke up, apparently to Jack's kidnapper. Releasing Jack's arms, the man pushed him instead into a grand chair that faced the desk. The voice had belonged to a woman, which he hadn't been expecting, yet it too seemed so familiar. The footsteps grew louder and closer until finally, with a swish of dark brown hair, she appeared behind the writing desk.

She stood tall and proud, before dropping into the opposite chair, which almost resembled a throne. Propping her feet up on desk and taking a long draw from a wooden pipe, she raised one eyebrow and smirked serenely at the captain over the table. When he had gotten a good enough look at her for his brain to make the necessary recognition, Jack almost choked on his own tongue. She looked exactly the same, except now she was dressed only in a flimsy kimono and her skin was darker, with the majority of it covered in intricate tattoos.

Not even trying to hide his shock, he spluttered in surprise, "Anney?"

A crooked smile danced briefly across the woman's face before she answered with the same strong voice that had travelled over the divider. "Hello, Jack."

A/N: Eeek! Anney's here now! I love her sooo much and hopefully soon, you guys will too. I have my brithday and exams coming up so I don't know when I'll next get to update but I'll try to make it soon. Keep reading and reviewing PLEASE :)