The revamped second chapter. Anamaria is awesome. I hated it that she wasn't in the second movie. If she isn't in the third, I'm gonna write an angry letter.

Rum

Anamaria sighed. She leaned against the doorway to her Captains room, knowing full well that Jack wasn't quite as drunk as he was pretending to be.

He was still right royally drunk, though. It had been his almost constant state of being since they had finally left Port Royal, more than three days ago. She had tried every method she could think of, but nothing had come even remotely close to cheering him up. Something had happened between him and Will, something important enough to keep her captain from the helm of his ship. Anamaria wasn't the type to speculate, but if she had to hazard a guess, she would say that Will Turner had broken Jack's heart- for the second time.

"Anamaria!" He barked, snapping her out of her reverie. "What are you doing down here? You should be at the helm! Who the hell is steering my boat!" His words where just slurred enough to hint at the vast and unhealthy amounts of alcohol coursing through his veins.

"Mr. Gibbs' got it, Cap'n." Anamaria replied, moving farther into her captain's inner sanctum and closing the door behind her.

"Good." He mumbled, flopping back onto his bed and raising the half-empty jug of rum to his lips. "We don't want to get off course."

Anamaria took a chair and pulled it up next to the bed. Ignoring Jack's protests, she removed the jug from his hand and put it under the bed, where he would have to move to reach it.

"This is unhealthy, Cap'n."

Jack fixed her with what would probably have been a death glare, had he been sober.

"Most things we pirates do are."

"Ye haven't been on deck for three days. I don't know what transpired between ye and the Turner boy, but drinkin yerself to death won't fix it."

"I know that." Jack snapped. "You don't have to babysit me. I'm a grom wan. Grown man. Bleh." He fell back against the pillows once more. "Maybe your right. I am getting a little grog-logged."

"I'm a woman, Cap'n. I'm always right."

Jack just grunted. He rolled over, and for a moment Anamaria thought he was actually going to get out of bed. Instead, he just reached under his bunk and grabbed the bottle of rum.

"And I am a man, Anamaria. I never listen to what the woman says."

A Month Later…

Captain Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl, already well known among their peers, found themselves becoming true legends. Impostors ran amok, of course, and rumours flew like the wind. Surprisingly, a few of these rumours where actually true.

Among them was that the infamous Jack Sparrow, having come back into possession of his ship, was now refusing to leave it.

The rumour had his reasons for staying on his ship all messed up, of course, but it was true none the less. Jack would not leave his ship, would not even set foot on the docks.

When they first made landfall on Tortuga, Anamaria noticed that Jack was not among those members of the crew leaving the ship. Considering his recent state, she had expected him to make a beeline to the first tavern he set sight upon.

She opened his door without bothering to knock, knowing that she would receive no answer. Sure enough, her captain was sitting in his chair, looking out the bank of windows with the rum bottle dangling loosely from his hand.

"Cap'n?" She approached cautiously, not sure if he was conscious or not.

"I'm not going to shore." To her shock, he sounded more sober than he had in a long time, since long before Will Turner- either of them, actually.

"Why not? Surely you'll be wanting to stretch your legs after-"

"I'm not going." He barked, his grip on the bottle momentarily tightening to the point that she was mildly afraid for the life of the poor container.

Anamaria slowly made her way over to him, kneeling next to his chair. Jack didn't look at her. She had never seen her Captain looking more… heartbroken than she did now. It was terribly out of character, and it scared her more than a little.

She didn't say anything. She allowed her fingers to rest gently on his arm, a soft reminder that she was there for him, if he wanted to talk. And so he did, finally letting out some of the anger and sadness that had been building in him since Port Royal.

"If I go to shore… I'm going to start looking for him." Jack whispered, looking out upon the vast, empty sea beyond his windows. "I might as well be lookin for a Unicorn. I'm just about as likely to find one o' them walking the streets of Tortuga as I am to find him. Still, I'd look just the same. I'd spend my whole life lookin' and never findin'." Jack dragged his eyes away from the sparkling sea before him, giving her the most haunted look Anamaria had ever seen, on anyone's face. "I couldn't bear it. I'd rather eat my pistol than spend the rest o' my days scouring the earth for a treasure I could never find. I'd much rather just not start lookin' in the first place."

Anamaria sat next to him in silence. She didn't have to ask who he was talking about. She already knew.