AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello again, just a quick reminder I am but a small flower so please don't flame my story if you don't like it. It's rated M for a reason, that being said the story is suppose to have a bit of Angst/Romance/Adventure involved. What kind of story of POTC fanfic would it be without some adventure? Thank you if you're still reading, know that I appreciate it so much.
CHAPTER TWO: THE PAST
Annabelle felt a rush of panic seep through her as she watched Jack bolt the door shut. She didn't know what he would do with her and she was damned if she let him do anything. Glancing behind her she made out the tray of food from last night's dinner. Steak with potatoes, or a sorry of excuse of potatoes she remembered. The steak had been fantastic, but the potatoes had her wondering if her cook could tell whether or not he knew what a potato was. If she hadn't of been told what they were supposed to be she would of guessed that they were round dark brown balls of soap. The potatoes were not her object of interest though; it was the steak knife that lay beside them. With Jack's back still turned back to her she bolted for the knife but just as soon as she had dashed for it, she felt Jack's body tackle her from the back.
"Do you honestly think that I am stupid enough to have missed the knife?" Jack laughed as he pinned her hands to the floor as he sat on her back. Annabelle tussled against Jack but it seemed a weak attempt as it did nothing to release his grip on her.
"You did leave it out Sparrow." Annabelle snarled through her clenched teeth. He had to be an idiot to just have left out the knife. Either way, he would have to let her go or kill her because the moment he let her go she would go for the knife.
"Why are you going by my last name love?" Jack smirked, "If I do recall we are much more acquainted than most seeing as how I fucked you." He stood up dragging her with him towards the knife.
"You're a despicable and revolting man!" Annabelle screamed as she fought against Jack's hold and reached for the knife.
Jack threw her against the wall and pinned her against it with one of his hands, the other took the knife in his and he held it to her throat.
"I really should just kill you and end this game of cat and mouse. What's one less whore in the world." Jack jeered at Annabelle, the pressure that he held against her neck broke her skin and blood trickled from the newly made wound.
"Can you really kill me though Jack?" Annabelle gasped trying to refrain from much movement so the knife wouldn't cut any deeper.
Jack remained silent as she could clearly see that he was questioning the same thing. Perhaps she wouldn't mind anymore, at least she wouldn't have to ever see him again. He couldn't follow her in death as well as in life to carry out more revenge. With him so close to her she could only inhale the stench of liquor that came off of him. Old Jack always the same man, and nothing new it would appear. His black eyeliner was smeared against his face, she had always wondered why he had adorned himself with that. He had confessed to her that with it he felt more like a menacing and yet dashing pirate. She closed her eyes at the memory of it, that moment had been happier times when she had been ignorant of what he really wanted from her.
"You were ready to kill me when you were in the cell." Jack answered finally as Annabelle opened her eyes. He locked his eyes with her and didn't remove them. Annabelle couldn't handle his scrutiny as he refused to look away so she was the first to break it.
"You did take over my ship, how could I not have animosity against you after that?" Annabelle growled at him staring at the door behind him wishing she was running through it away from him.
"Well, you did turn me in love." Jack shrugged as lowered the knife from her throat and released her. Annabelle staggered away from Jack as he went over to her window and opened it. He played with the knife for a bit as Annabelle stared at him feeling as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She began to tremble and was instantly furious at herself for it; she didn't want Jack to see how terrified she was of him.
"Why'd you betray me?" Jack asked quietly as he continued playing with the knife. With her refusal to answer Jack snarled and thrust the knife out the window and turned to Annabelle just as fast. "I had planned on using that you know! Perhaps leave a scar on you as you left one on me! Remember? From where you stabbed me with your blade when you and the damn trading company attacked my ship. When they boarded my ship and we were supposed to fight against them together!" His shouts pierced Annabelle's ears and with each sentence she winced from the blunt truth.
He advanced on her and grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he pushed her against the wall. His eyes bore into hers as if looking for an answer and yet she still denied him it. Annabelle knew she should just say what had made her turn her back to him, but she felt as if he deserved nothing from her. So she remained reluctant to answer.
"Answer me!" Jack screamed at her. Annabelle pierced the inside of her hand with her nails to keep her from crying. She would not let her tears spill from her eyes in his presence; she wouldn't appear weak in front of him. "I gave you everything! And yet you betrayed me! I deserve to know why!"
Silence filled the cabin as he waited for her to respond to his demands, but Annabelle remained silent. What right did he have to demand from her? He had taken everything from her. Everything she had ever loved owned and cared for.
"You won't answer me? I know how to make you talk." Jack snarled as he slammed his lips against hers. Annabelle had expected something like this especially with his drunken state, even if it felt good she wouldn't respond. He was a liar and a…she lost her trail of thought as Jack tried to deepen the kiss.
Annabelle pulled her wrists out of his hands and wrapped them around his shoulders as she responded right back. Jack moaned and wrapped his hands around her waist as he began to pull her towards the bed. Annabelle knew where this was leading but she found that she didn't really care, even after it all she still wanted him. The consequences of this would be thought of later because at this moment the only thing she wanted was him. It had been a little over a year since they had kissed for what she thought would be the last time. She was very wrong, but at the moment she was more than happy that she had been wrong. The back of Annabelle's knees hit against the bedframe and caused her to fall backwards onto it with Jack falling right on top of her. They continued to lock lips as their hands traveled over one another desperately as if they were each other's life line.
Jack's hands moved quickly down the front of her coat and pulled it off her body; Annabelle was only too happy to have it off and tossed of Jack's and tugged his shirt off. Tattoos covered his body and she traced the lines of some of them, Jack responded by moaning into her mouth that made her break into a grin. Impatiently he broke the kiss and pulled her shirt of off her and kissed down her jaw eagerly with her moaning in response. With Annabelle's moan Jack stiffened and pushed off of her and picked up his shirt putting it back on. Annabelle felt humiliated and disgusted with herself, she was acting like a wanton harlot. And with the man that she hated more than anyone else in the world. She felt her cheeks burning and she snatched her shirt and threw it on watching out of the corner of her eye as Jack did the same with his own shirt.
"Sorry love to disappoint you, but it would seem I'm not drunk enough to fuck you. I still remember how much I hate you." Jack laughed as he walked over to her desk that was pushed against the wall. He turned the chair around so he could look at her while he sat. "But it looks as if you're willing and all it takes is just a kiss to spark your blood. You really are a whore."
"Is that really the best insult you can muster up for me? Come now, Sparrow. I think you can do better." Annabelle sneered at him as she buttoned up her coat. After clothing herself she sat on the bed and crossed her legs and arms staring him down. She was an idiot.
"Come now Annabelle, give it up. I grow weary of this game and just tell me why you turned me in." Jack said rubbing his forehead. HE was growing tired of this game, Annabelle wanted to smack him upside the head. Who was the one who tracked down the other across the seas? She had merely wanted to leave the name Jack Sparrow behind her and start anew.
"You damn well know why," Annabelle said grinding her teeth, "Let me give you a hint dear Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth." As soon as she said that name she noticed Jack stiffen. Noticing his reaction to the name made Annabelle's heart drop. She knew what was going on between him and Elizabeth; she had begun to notice it upon her first conversation with Elizabeth.
The looks shared between Elizabeth and Jack had her wanting to throw the girl overboard. Stupidly, Annabelle had figured that due to the relationship between Elizabeth and noble Will that nothing would happen. Walking in on the man that had supposedly loved her making love to the woman she hated showed Annabelle just how wrong she was on assuming that. The two secret lovers thought they could be hidden by the tall boxes full of cargo on the ship. Their moans and cries of ecstasy carried over the shadows giving them away. Annabelle couldn't even remember why she went down there in the first place, something about getting a new candlestick for one of Jack's crew. Seeing him touch another in ways he was only supposed to touch her made something in her break.
She remembered seeing Elizabeth first and feeling extremely embarrassed on seeing such an act between her and who she had thought was Will. Elizabeth's moan of Jack's name made Annabelle see clearer who the other lover was. After leaving the room unnoticed by the secret lovers, everything clicked for Annabelle. With the engagement between Will and Elizabeth drove her to turning in Jack, especially after catching the two again a day after the announcement.
"What of Elizabeth?" Jack snarled, "This has nothing to do with her." His hands went to the arms of the chair and gripped the seat so hard; Annabelle thought he might crush it.
"'What of Elizabeth?'" Annabelle said mocking each word of what he said, "Don't play dumb now Jack. The two of you were going at it behind my and Will's back. I made it very clear to you that I don't take to kindly to liars and cheaters."
"We were ending it. Elizabeth's getting married to the Saint Will and going to have many happy little fat babies that will shite everywhere. She just wanted to have some fun before getting married." He shrugged nonchalantly while crossing his arms.
The saying 'seeing red' was an understatement for Annabelle at Jack's words. Not only did everything seem to take on a hint of red making her feel like a charging bull but adrenaline spiked up her back from his blunt words. Before Jack could even react to Annabelle's sudden movement, she leapt up from the bed and smacked him hard against his left cheek snapping his neck to the side.
"And if I was giving Will some fun before his marriage would you not give a fuck too? What if I had started fucking Gibbs for fun? Would you just accept it?" Annabelle yelled at him moving her hand towards his face as he turned back to look at her.
"It's different!" Jack yelled as he snatched her right arm from locking onto his cheek again. "You're too young to understand!"
"You're too old to be acting like an immature child!" Annabelle screeched at him as she tried to yank her arm away from his hold.
"Ah, but you do agree that you're too young to understand." Jack grinned as he tightened his lock upon her arm.
"It doesn't even matter anymore Sparrow! I'm done with you and your tongue twisting. Why don't you just go and sweep sweet Elizabeth off her feet away from the too good of a man Will!" Annabelle snapped at him as she pushed against him with her free arm to try and create some distance between them. He had stood up and was too close for Annabelle's liking.
"Let's not talk about Elizabeth. If I do recall you had your little rendezvous' with a certain Commodore! Don't try and play innocent Annabelle!" Jack growled and yanked her closer to him and was close enough that if someone walked in they would think that they were about to kiss.
"You're so incredibly daft!" Annabelle screamed, "I meet with the Commodore many times to contact the West India Trading Company to take off the bounty of my head! I managed to do so, might I add, by turning in yours and they gave me a rather nice looking sump of cash. It was quite lovely."
Jack snarled at her and threw her onto the ground and walked away from her towards the door. "It seems as if our little chat needs to end before I regret what I might do…or not do." He trailed off and slammed open the door.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Get your bleeding arse over her now!" Jack screamed out the open door.
Annabelle couldn't hear any sounds of laughter or talking from the crowd and wondered if they all had retired. Or were frighten by their new captain's state. What a way with men she seemed to have. Jack walked back towards her and Annabelle scrambled to get up. She didn't need to be yanked around anymore for the day. Grabbing her arm he pulled her towards the door and thrust her out into the arms of a red faced Gibbs.
"Sorry Jack I wa-" Gibbs began but Jack quickly interrupted him.
"Gibbs, take her back down to the brig. She needs some time alone to think about what I'm about to offer her." Jack said grinning at Annabelle as she pushed off of Gibbs and stood in front of him. Gibbs was a few inches taller than Annabelle so he leaned on her right side to get a better look at Jack.
"What will be your offer to me oh great Captain of makeup?" Annabelle quipped standing tall against Jack.
"In the morning-er no that's not good for me. I'll be having a rather nasty hangover tomorrow so let's say the late evening. Late evening I will go to your little homey cell to receive your answer. No, Gibbs will receive your answer. I don't want to deal with you when I wake up," Jack drabbled on as Annabelle began to impatiently tap her foot against the wooden deck floor just outside his door, "The offer is love, I either throw you over board where you'll have to fend for yourself in the open water with nothing or, you become a sort of slave, I suppose, on the black pearl."
"What." Annabelle said in disbelief. "You're giving me the option of dying in the waters or being a slave to you? What are you going to do with my ship?" She demanded.
"Burn it, sell it, give it to your crew. Now that I have answered all your questions…" Jack slammed the door in her face and she heard the bolt locked.
"Come on girl." Gibbs sighed and Annabelle followed shuffling her feet behind him. She ignored the looks of the crew, she had been right about them being frightened by Jack's shouts. To be honest with herself, she had been too. All she had been doing so far was riling him up, but he deserved. Not a smart plan on her hand to survive but it did make her feel better in a way.
This time the walk back to the iron barred cell was much quicker than before. Annabelle found herself quite exhausted from all the events of today, she thought about the options Jack had given her. The humility of being a slave to Jack had her wanting to jump of the ship herself. Gibbs opened the gate for the cell for her and Annabelle stepped in. She remained silent as she began to kick the glass away from where she planned on curling into a ball and sleeping. The clicking sound of the lock being turned brought her attention back on Gibbs.
"G'night Annie. Um, you know. During the whole rescue mission for Miss Swan you grew on me, so as a friend, I'm suggesting you take Jack up on his slave thing. When we dock somewhere you could always just slip away, any bird brain could realize that. Jack's not making any sense lately…"Gibbs mumbled.
Annabelle smiled at him and said, "Thanks Gibbs, I'll keep that in mind. Good night."
He nodded and trailed out of the room leaving her alone with only the short candlestick burning by the door. With almost all of the glass pushed away from her spot she knelt on the ground and curled into a ball and closed her eyes. It smelled quite terrible and the hard wood floor did nothing to help lull her to sleep. She sighed knowing that it was going to be a long and cold night.