Authors note: Hello and thank you sooooo much for the reviews. Believe it or not, this is the most reviews I've ever gotten, and seven isn't what you'd normally call a lot. So thank you again, you made me want to write more. I did re-edit the chapters and thank you for pointing those out to me. To answer Alenor Peredhel, Anna is from 2004, so before DMC came out, and the story takes place in between COTBP and DMC.
Disclaimer: Still don't own it
"'Got a job for you' he says," Anna fumed as she dunked her rag into the bucket of water. "This isn't a job, this is humiliating." She threw the rag on the floor and began scrubbing the wood. In every book she'd read and movie she'd seen, she'd known the crew quarters to be a messy, smelly, and disgusting place. In reality, they were much worse, and Jack had told her to clean it. There was slime and dirt on every inch, and she was sure it was physically impossible for the pirates to put anything away. Oh, and the rum! Anna had found enough bottles of rum in various states of being full to start her own bar.
"It surprises me they're able to sail a ship without running into anything." She mumbled as she picked up another half full, onion shaped bottle. She threw it into the pile with the others and flinched as she heard the sound of breaking glass. A quick glance told her she'd missed the pile and thrown the bottle at the wall, resulting in the shattering sound she'd heard.
"Ba humbug!" She yelled frustrated and stalked over to the mess. At first she tried to just pick up the bigger pieces, but after several stabs of pain, she decided to use her rag. She scooped up the tiny glass shards and set the rag next to her bucket.
"Now I need another towel." She told the air. Anna walked up the stairs leading to the deck in search of Jack. She found him near the stern at the wheel, directing the ship to its destination. "Ja—Captain!" She called. Back when she was in her world, or whatever you want to call it, when all this was just pixels on a screen, she had always referred to him as Jack. However, in the few hours she'd been there, he had made it clear that he was Captain Jack Sparrow, blah, blah, blah. "Yes luv?" He answered, checking his compass and turning the wheel slightly. "I thought that didn't work." She said. He looked up and frowned. "I thought it only pointed to Isla de muerta." She repeated, hoping he wouldn't figure anything out. Oh yeah Anna, She thought to herself, He'll figure out you're from some other dimension thing where he's just a fictional character, just because you asked about his compass. "This compass doesn't just point to that island lass." Jack told her mysteriously. "Then what does it point to?" She asked and walked over to look. The arrow was pointing directly at her, so she moved out of the way. Strangely though, the arrow seemed to follow her. She circled Jack and the compass never left her."Captain?" She looked at Jack. He was staring at the compass with a weird look on his face, as if he didn't believe what his eyes where showing him.
"No." He stated and shook the wooden device violently, mumbling something about knowing what he wanted. He stopped shaking it, but it still pointed at Anna.
"What's that mean?" She asked. Jack looked at her like he'd forgotten she was there. He quickly snapped the compass shut and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Nothing, now why is it that you came up here?" He inquired. Anna wanted to ask more, but didn't think she'd get any answers, so she shrugged it off.
"I need another rag." She told him. He pointed to the rail where a mop and a wooden bucket sat.
"In the bucket." He said. Anna nodded and walked off. What she didn't notice was that Jack took the compass out of his pocket and look at it as she grabbed a rag and walked below decks, and that the arrow never wavered.
"That was weird." Anna said as she dropped down to her knees again and continued scrubbing the crews quarters. "But then again, we're talking about Jack Sparrow here." She laughed to herself and brushed the hair out of her face. She usually had her dark black hair back in a ponytail, that's how she had it when she came here, but Mr. Gibbs (Who she'd met and who insisted that it was bad luck to have a woman on board.) had looked at it funny and Anna realized that rubber binders probably hadn't been invented yet. So she resigned to using ribbon, but her hair was so thick it rarely stayed in.
Anna's back was starting to hurt and she was getting tired.
"I need to get my mind off of everything." She said, and she didn't mean just her back. She was starting to believe this situation more and more, and she was getting very scared. She'd gone on the premises of this being dream, but that was getting harder to do.
"I know, I'll sing." She declared. Singing had always calmed her down for some reason. She sang the first thing that came to mind:
"The chaplain in the Army as a collar 'round his neck, if you don't listen to him, you'll all wind up in heck. Oh I don't want no more of Army life, gee mom I want to go home." She sang from an episode of the TV show MASH. She continued to sing until she didn't know the rest of the words, then she picked a new song.
"I wish I had my iPod." She mumbled a while later, then she remembered she had it in her bag. Suddenly, she realized that if anyone got a hold of her bag, they'd be in for a real shock.
Anna quickly surveyed the room and determined it was the cleanest it had been since the day it was built. She ran up to the deck and looked for Jack. She didn't find him, but saw Gibbs standing by the rail.
"Uh, Mr. Gibbs!" She shouted. The older man looked at her and walked over.
"Aye Miss. Anna?" He asked smiling. For being as superstitious as he was about women, he was very kind towards her.
"Do you know where Captain Sparrow is?" She inquired. Gibbs smile faded slightly and he glanced at the closed door that led to the captain's quarters.
"Well lass, he's in there, but he don't want to be disturbed. Been acting real funny. I think it's 'bout his compass, he was looking at it rather strangely a' fore." He seemed a little worried about his captain. Anna cleared her throat and noticed the fading light.
"Well, it seems to be getting late. Where am I going to sleep?" She asked. She figured Jack would be to bothered about whatever was bugging him and not go looking through her stuff, though he was a pirate. Her question seemed to get Gibbs attention and he grinned.
"Right this way Miss." He said and started leading her towards the stairs.
"Mr. Gibbs, you can call me Anna." She told him. He smiled and nodded.
"Here ya go." Gibbs said, stopping in front of a door off of the crews cabin. Anna thanked him and walked into the room.
It was small, and color was limited to red curtains that covered the porthole. The bed was pushed up against the wall in a corner in order to make room for the desk that was crammed into the room. There were a few blank pieces of paper lying haphazardly on the top along with some books. Anna decided to investigate later and plopped down on the bed. Before her head even hit the pillow, Anna fell fast asleep without even taking off her shoes.
