Note: I'm back, I finally updated. I don't think this is my best work, but I don't know what else. So you can be the judge. Please R&R! Thanks.
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Anna refused to look, speak, or otherwise acknowledge the man standing next to her. Jack on the other hand, was rather enjoying the task of trying to get her to talk, and was currently rambling on about how he'd saved the Governors daughter. Anna couldn't help but listen as Jack embellished the story to make him seem like a quintessential hero, and had to force herself to keep a straight face when he hinted a few times of the blossoming romance between himself and Elizabeth. However, strangely enough, he never used names, though she roughly translated 'The lying, backstabbing, mangy dog of a first mate,' to mean Barbossa and 'The bloody pirate hunting sod,' to mean Norrington.
"…So then, stranded on an island, alone, with only the governors daughter for company, I created a plan to get us off the godforsaken spit of land," Jack was saying, his hands a blur while the sun glinted off his rings. The street they were walking down was getting more crowded as the street vendors set up their stands.
"Fresh fish! Caught just this morning, and not a better price this side of the Caribbean!" A man called from a particularly smelly stand. Anna passed over that one, but was looking with interest at the other things for sale.
"Wow." She breathed, noticing a beautiful hand made necklace for sale by an old, white haired man.
"Ah, the pretty lady want a necklace? A pretty necklace for a pretty lady." The man said, holding it out for her.
"Sorry, I don't have any money."
The man shrugged and set the necklace back down, turning towards a woman who was waiting to be helped.
"Anna darling, do you realize you are missing an earring?" Jack asked as he examined a gold trinket.
"What?"
Anna reached up and felt one fake diamond earring sitting on one of her ears, but the other one was bare.
"Oh no," She moaned. She hadn't even realized she had any earrings in, but now she quickly remembered they were the ones her aunt had given her that Christmas. "I'm going to go back to that shop to see if I lost it."
Anna was vaguely aware of Jacks words of protest as she fought her way back towards Mary's store. She knew the chances were slim to none of finding the earring, but this also gave her an excuse to get away from Jack.
Anna came up on the shop and pushed open the door, expecting to see Mary working on a dress at the table, but instead, the front room was empty and an angry voice could be heard shouting from the kitchen.
"Mary, you had thee Jack Sparrow sitting right in front of you and you let 'im go!" The voice, obviously male, yelled.
"I didn't know," Mary's quite voice tried to explain but the man wouldn't listen to her.
"How could you not! Mary, I raised you after your parents died, I let you keep this shop, an' this is how you repay me. By letting the pirate who could have made me rich beyond my wildest dreams walk out the bloody door!"
Anna heard a chair topple over and a resounding slap.
"I'm going to get what's mine." The man said and Anna had only seconds to duck out of the way before he walked out of the door. From what she saw of him in the dim light, he was tall with broad shoulders and a thin scar on the left side of his jaw. His shirt was straining against his girth and was stained in several places, adding to his grisly appearance. He stomped out onto the street and Anna slipped into the kitchen once she was sure he was gone.
"Mary?" She asked tentatively, eyeing the girl sitting on the floor.
"Miss Anna! You mustn't be here!" Mary hastily stood up. "You must worn Mr. Sparrow! Now!" Mary began pushing Anna in the direction of the door.
"Mary, your face, are you sure you're all right?"
Mary touched the red spot that had formed on her cheek, a look of hurt crossing over her face.
"Yes, now go."
And then Anna found herself back on the street. With a moment's hesitation, she ran past the stands and shoppers until she saw a flash of a red bandana.
"Jack!" She yelled, frantically scanning the crowd for any sign of the man.
"Yes luv?" He replied, and had she been in a sane frame of mind, she may have noticed he didn't scold her for not using his proper title.
"A man, he was yelling at Mary for letting you walk out the door and now he's coming to get you and turn you in." She said in a breath, tugging at his sleeve. "Come on!"
"Did he by any chance have a scar?" He asked casually, as if nothing was going on.
"Yes, now move!" Anna urged, forgetting subtly and yanking him through the crowd. He didn't protest, but once they had reached the docks he wriggled out of her grip.
"I may be drunk, but I can walk." He told her as he ambled up the gangplank.
"All hands on deck! Let out the sail!" He ordered. The crew obliged without a second thought, and before long they were sailing out of Tortuga and in to the open sea.
"May I ask where we are heading Captain?" Gibbs asked as he hooked his canteen on his belt.
"Due north." Jack replied, and to Anna it seemed like a perfectly normal direction, but apparently Gibbs saw something she didn't.
"Aye, any particular reason?"
"It seems a man was looking for me back there in Tortuga, and Miss Annabelle informs me that he had a scar, and I can only assume it was on his jaw."
"How did you-" Anna's question was interrupted as Mr. Cotton's Parrot flew down and landed on Jack's shoulder.
"Get off," Jack commanded, trying to shake the bird off.
"Captain, how did you know it was on his jaw?" Anna repeated.
"Hold on a minute." Jack pulled out his pistol and aimed for the bird, ignoring the squawks of "Hoist anchor, Hoist anchor"
"Captain, I don't think ya aught to be doing that." Gibbs cautioned, but Jack was hearing none of that. He poked the parrot with the gun.
"Are you going to fly away you smelly, slimy bird?" He asked it. The parrot cocked its head before flapping its brightly colored wings and flew over to land on Mr. Cottons shoulder.
"Now then, what is it you were saying?" He turned back towards Anna.
"Oh, um, how did you know about the scar?"
Jack seemed to think for a moment before sitting down on a crate and motioning for him to join her.
"That mans name is Charles Wright. I had the misfortune of meeting him once, and for some reason he took an instant dislike to me. Although it could have something to do with the fact that I stole his money, anyway. Charles has tried to kill me a number of times, but he has never succeeded." Jack looked at her like that explained everything.
"Okay, and that means."
"That means that if I value my life, which I am quite fond of, I need to run away. But Charles had friends, and they could be right now trailing me. So, we need help."
Anna frowned, trying to get the gist of what Jack was trying to say.
"And help is…" She prompted.
"You remember the governor's daughter don't you?" Jack grinned. Anna went wide eyed and looked at the horizon.
"Will and Elizabeth." She breathed.
"What did you say?" Jack asked, standing up. Anna turned and put on a fake smile.
"Nothing."
Jack didn't look convinced but nodded.
"We should be there in a day or two." He told her as he began walking towards his cabin.
"Captain!" She called after him. He stopped at the doorway and faced her.
"Yes?"
"Why do you need her help?" She asked. Anna couldn't figure out why Jack would want Will or Elizabeth's help, it didn't seem right.
"I need her help because last I heard, Charles had letters of Mark and was working for the East India Trading Company. He is under instructions to kill me, or capture me, they're not very picky. Also last I heard, Governor Swann was playing host to a man named Beckett, and Elizabeth could help persuade him to stop his hunt for me, savvy?" Jack seemed to be flustered and didn't seem to notice he had let a few names go. Anna didn't mention it and slowly backed away.
"Alright Captain, it was just a question." She walked over to the rail and watched the waved crash against each other. She really needed to get back home.
There it was. R&R, only five more days til POTC 3!
