Chapter 1: The Beginning
“I can help you,” his stench of a breath huffed out.
“You can?” I asked him, the innocence of my voice rang out of my little body.
“If that is what your heart truly desires, then yes I can lassie,” he smiled his yellow and ugly teeth down at me. He gave me his dirty hand, waiting for me to take it, waiting for me to trust him. I hesitated for a moment, before taking it. And changing my life forever.
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That was the memory that would never leave me. I chose the path I've been walking in for the past ten years. That memory, ten years ago . . . would haunt me at night once a month. It bothered me a little bit, but I've learned to deal with it.
“Captain Sparrow?” my cabin boy, Damon called me.
I slightly moved my head to his direction, but not look at him. “What is it?” I asked him coldly, cold as the ice in the Arctic.
“We've reached land, Captain,” he answered me.
“Thank you very much,” I moved away from the side of my ship and to the the bow. I looked ahead to our destination over the horizon. Our destination was . . . my home. In Tortuga.
“It won't take us long. The wind is on our side today, possibly twenty-five knots,” I called to my men.
“It's actually close to forty knots, Captain,” Chris told me.
“I just said that,” I said, eying him before walking away to the wheel. While I was on my way there, I tripped on the steps and fell on my chest. Everyone of my men looked over to see if I wasn't wounded, but they didn't see me get on my feet when I got there. “I'm okay,” I called.
I took the wheel from Thomas, my driver that I'd use whenever I had to turn in. I took control of the ship, sailing forward to Tortuga.
We got there not long, at least not as long that the sun didn't beat us to land before it did. “Watch the ship,” I told Damon.
“Aye Lady Sparrow,” he called.
“It's Captain,” I corrected him, sarcastically.
“I'm sorry Captain,” Damon bowed.
“Damon . . .” I smiled to him, coming over to him and lifting his head. He looked up at me, a little confusingly. “You don't need to bow. I'm not the queen of England. I've known you since childhood, you don't have to treat me differently. I'm still the same Anna Sparrow. And besides, I was joking about calling me 'Captain.' Call me like you've always called me,” I told him.
“But Ca—”
“Eh!” I interrupted him. “Anna . . .” I poked his nose. “Only you, can call me Anna. Just because you're that special to me,” I smiled. “And you know what. Forget it, come along with us. Harold!” I called.
“Yes Captain?” he answered to me.
“You get over here!” I demanded.
Harold comes over to me and stops a foot away from me. “Yes?”
“You stay and watch the ship, while Damon comes along with the group. We'll bring a whole lot of carts . . . of rum. For all of us,” I smiled mischievously to him.
He smiled, looking excited. “Yes, Captain. I'll do that,” he rang cheerfully.
I took Damon's hand and pulled him forward to the death trap that everyone called Tortuga. We passed many pirates fighting each other, as drunk as they were, fighting over nothing. Woman running after one another, pirates throwing each other off the second floor window, or trying to drown the mayor in the well. Everyone that was new to my crew and have never been to Tortuga before this. Damon and I have been there plenty of times, so it didn't phase us.
We all walked into the bar casually. Once we stepped through the door, Damon and I squat down a little bit, to prevent our heads from being hit by flying rum bottles. People who have been in my crew for a few years did the same, the new comers didn't know what we were doing until a rum bottle hit their heads. It was funny though.
Damon and I were the first to reach the bar, we took our seats while everyone else took tables or the stairs to drink to their heart's desire. I looked at all of them confusingly, every time I brought Damon along, they always seemed to give us space. I never got why though.
“Thanks for letting me tag along . . .” Damon said cheerfully, stopping his sentence to where it was.
“Anna . . . you're allowed to call me Anna. No one's going to kill you for it. I forbid it,” I said as I ordered two pints of rum.
“Right . . .” he mumbled, he then smiled before he said “Anna.”
The rum came along, I then took the pint and then gulped it down. Not all of it, but at least half. “Hm? Yes?” I asked.
“Do you ever wonder why the crew never sits near us whenever I'm around you?” Damon asked.
“All the time. How come?” I asked him.
“Well . . . I know why,” he answered.
“Really?” I took a small sip. “Why?”
He stared at me for a while. “Anna, I—”
The music in the background interrupted him. The fiddle became so loud that I couldn't hear him. I cried to him “What?”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I'll tell you later!” he screamed and took my hand. “Would you like to dance Captain Anna Sparrow?” Damon smiled to me.
I smiled back at him. “I would love to,” I changed my voice to something more enthusiastic and hoarse like. He laughed with me from my change of character and pulled me forward to the middle of the room.
That entire time was full of fun. Damon and I dodged everyone and everything that was thrown around as we danced in the middle. I haven't had that much fun since Damon and I celebrated our freedom when we escaped from the Black Pearl.
When one of the musicians was knocked out, everything went silent. Everyone was staring at the same direction. Damon and I turned to whatever was causing the commotion. Our eyes then widened.
The same being . . . the same being was standing right there, looking around everyone in the room. He slowly walked, searching for something. Why was he here?
“I'm looking for two certain people,” Barbosa called calmly. Damon placed his hand on my head and lowered me to the ground slowly. He had his index finger over his lips to tell me to stay silent. Damon then led me around everyone's feet, looking for everyone of our crew. This will take forever, and we will get caught for sure.
“How about we split up, meet you at the middle when you get everyone out of here,” I whispered.
“One of them is a lad, tall, dark skinned, and short black hair. He's always with a girl, a few inches shorter than him, mid-back length dark brown hair, she wears black boots that has belts on it, she also has the family mark of the Sparrow's on her lower back,” Barbosa hissed as he walked around everyone, searching for Damon and I. “They've stolen everything valuable that was a part of my ship and then sold them to buy themselves a ship.”
That entire speech Barbosa was speaking, Damon and I got most of the crew out of the bar. When he was done with his description of what we did, we got everyone.
Damon stole a bandanna for both of us and tied the bandanna over my head and face. When then stood up and began walking slowly to the door. “I think I've seen someone of those description,” someone called out.
I saw from the corner of my eye that Barbosa was grinning. “I think I have too,” he hissed. He then took out two of his pistols and pointed at Damon and I, we then froze at our spot. “Nice to see you again . . . Mr. McArthur and Ms. Sparrow,” Barbosa smirked.
Damon and I looked over at him and then moved our bandannas away from our eyes. I then smiled at him, trying to trick him that I was happy to see him but it didn't fully reach my brain. “It's good to see ya again Barbosa,” I said to him.
“Good to see me? That didn't reach your face, wasn't even close lassie . . . now give me your ship that you payed for with my values,” Barbosa hissed at us.
“We ran away from you for a reason you know . . .” Damon defended. I took a bomb out of my back pouch, showing Damon what I was planning. The long string was a sign that we had time to talk calmly and casually, before escaping again out of Barbosa's grasp. I took a match out and lit the string. We had only a few minutes.
“You all ran off all of a sudden, stealing all the loot. Now why did you do such a pirate act?” Barbosa came closer to us.
“We're pirates . . .” I smiled.
“Yes, but you're older now. You call yourselves pirates now. But why then?”
“We didn't like how you treated us and you didn't help Anna reach her goal that her heart desired. You promised to her that you would. She's been in your crew for eight years and you didn't give any sign that you wanted to help her once,” Damon scolded.
“Oh, you two were just children. I could treat you whatever I wanted. And I was going to help her, but you two ran off,” Barbosa smiled and clinched my face with his thumb and index finger.
I shook my head away from his grasp. I then heard a gun shot from behind me. A fight began after that shot. Flying bottles hit the walls, people thrown around the place, and punching each other till their teeth flew out. I took out my sword and fought my way to the door.
“Anna!” Damon yelled.
I looked behind me, Barbosa was there, his sword over his head, aiming at my head. I swung my sword and clashed his sword to mine. It was the same routine, he and I fought for no reason, either that or I made him mad and is now trying to kill me. The bomb's string was about to reach the end.
“Wait!” I yelled, my hands crossed, telling Barbosa to stop. Damon ran to me. “So . . .” Barbosa was confused from us ceasing. “How have you been?”
“Fine, but why stop? You were enjoying the fight, yes?” he asked, his yellow eyes staring at me.
“Just because . . .” I then dropped the bomb on purpose. All three of us looked down at the bomb then to each other. “Oops,” I said innocently with a smile after that.
Damon then took my waist and cut a rope that held the candle chandelier up. Damon took the rope, and we were flying over everyone. Damon let go of the rope and let us drop to the second floor before the string hit the tip of the bomb. We all then began running off when the bomb destroyed the bar. Damon and I looked back. “There goes the rum,” I said sadly before running.
I heard Damon laughing next to me, I looked over him, he was laughing. “What's so funny?” I asked.
“Its just . . . this escape plan of your's was more fun then the last time we ran off on Barbosa,” he chuckled.
My face began to form a smile and then I began laughing with him. “I guess you're right. It was more fun,” I laughed. We then stopped running and hugged. “I'm glad I brought you along with me when we ran away from the Black Pearl. I wouldn't have this kind of experience, and I wouldn't have gotten out of there without you,” I said to him.
“I wanted to stay in the Black Pearl to tell them lies about where you were, all to protect you. But the thought of me never seeing you again hurt me,” Damon whispered in my ear.
I looked at Damon. “You're speaking romantically to me, are you ok?” I teased.
“You were speaking romantically too, I thought I should keep the mood,” Damon smiled.
I grinned back at him before pushing him away playfully. He laughed after teasing him. He walked back to me and placed his arm around my neck. “Wanna steal more rum?” I asked.
“The crew probably got more rum while we were stuck in there. But more won't hurt,” he shrugged.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE ON TORTUGA:
“Yo ho yo ho, A pirates life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we're really bad eggs,” takes a drink out of rum. “Drink up me hearties yo ho.”
“Captain, I just went to the bar. It's gone,” a man said.
“What? What are you talking about Gibbs? Rum shouldn't be gone,” he said to Gibbs.
“I just went there, and its gone. All I heard from the people outside, was that there was a girl and a boy that ran out of the building before it blew up,” Gibbs said. “And the girl looked a lot like Anna Maria.”
“Oh, Anna Maria. I haven't seen her in years. How is she?” he asked.
“I don't know . . . how about you ask her? She ran to the docks,” Gibbs said sarcastically.
The man used his index finger and thought for a while. “I say not. I 'promised' her months ago that I'd come back to her the next day. If I sees her now, then she'd come up and attack,” he flailed his arms in a way like he was a demented bird.
“Don't you want to scold her is she was the one that blew up the bar?” Gibbs pointed out.
He then took a gulp of rum before swallowing it too fast. “To Anna Maria!” he screamed.
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BACK TO ANNA AND DAMON:
“Are you sure you're alright carrying all those boxes? I could carry a few,” Damon asked with worry in his voice.
“I'm fine Damon. I'm not gonna die until the Kraken decides to eat me,” I joked.
“Even if you say you're fine, I'm still taking some boxes,” Damon said, taking two more boxes from me. Damon was carrying four boxes of rum while I carried only two.
“Is that getting heavy?” I asked him, my eye brow raised with worry.
“I'm fine. A lady shouldn't carry something heavy,” Damon said behind the boxes in front of his face.
“You know I'm not much of a lady if I know how to fight and is a pirate,” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, you are to me and a few of the crew,” Damon defended.
“We're here,” I said to Damon. “Watch your step,” I called to him.
Too late, he tripped and I had to catch a few of the boxes to prevent them from crashing.
“I swear I should take you out without tripping on anything and nearly killing yourself,” I said to him as I walked up to my ship.
“Says you!” he yells catching up to me. “You trip on everything, that should have been something I would say,” he flicked the back of my head.
“Don't talk to me,” I changed my voice to something a little more elegant that the queen of England would sound like. “I don't know you.”
He sighed. “Fine,” Damon gave up. He walked down the stairs to the rum room I don't know what it's called, but whatever XP. When Damon placed the bottles in empty spaces on of the men came up to him. “So what did you guys do?” he asked.
“Nothing, whats it to you?” Damon asked.
“You already told nearly everyone of the crew that you liked her for the longest time. When are you going to tell her?” he asked Damon.
“Chris, I know you like her too. She just not interested right now. She's too into reaching her goal. She pushed everything away out of her heart,” Damon said, throwing the boxes out to the docks.
“Okay . . . but you better hurry. One of us is going to get to her first,” Chris smiled before leaving him.
Damon began running up the stairs and up to the surface of the ship. Damon was looking around, searching. “Anna?” he called to me.
“Hey . . . um, Captain?” he heard Chris's voice.
“Yes?” I answered him. I poked my head out from my room.
Damon turned around to the both of us. “I was just wondering . . .” he had an evil smile that I didn't notice.
“Yes? I'm waiting. Besides, I'm tired. I want to sleep,” I told him.
“Okay . . . I love you, will you marry me?” Chris asked swiftly.
“Sorry, not interested,” I answered quickly before shutting the door. Chris stood there and then turned to Damon.
“Go on laugh at me,” Chris called.
“I'll laugh at you later,” Damon said before going into my room. “Anna?”
“Yes?” I answered.
“Hey, do you want me to get anything for you?” he asked me.
“Nope, you're free tonight,” I answered as I was tying a string from my black corset. Damon nodded before walking to the door.
“Damon . . .” I called.
Damon looked back to me. “Yes?” he answered to me.
“Why did you choose to be a cabin boy? I asked you to be my right hand man, but you chose something a lot lower than a right hand man. Why?” I asked.
Damon stayed silent for a while. “I just thought that I'm not fit for something at a high class like that. I mean, you're well suited for a captain, but for me . . . I should work my way.”
“You are great for the spot though, it just confused me of why you chose something that low,” I said to him.
He smiled at me. “You don't need to worry, you can tell me when I've moved up a level when I've done well,” Damon told me before he walked out. He stopped to the starboard side and stared at the stars as the ship sailed under the blanket of the night. “My answer wasn't true . . . I chose it because I want to take care of you, and watch over you if anything ever happened to you. I love you and always have,” he whispered.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE:
A few miles away from Anna Sparrow's ship, the Night Star, a ship was just searching through the seas.
The Captain of the ship was looking at locket with a picture of a beautiful woman. “Captain?” an old man called to him.
“Father, you don't need to call me that. You can call me by my name,” he told the man.
“Yes, well . . . I just remembered something that should have been Davy Jone's duty. There was a child that was born when Jack's ship was given to him. Jack's child was born on the thirteenth day on the thirteenth our of a day. The child was supposed to be killed by the time she was thirteen. And she should be in the world of the dead by now. But I just heard news that she escaped from Tortuga when she blew up a building,” he said to him.
“So . . . you want me to kill her?” the captain asked.
“You're supposed to. She's going to be the cause of war if her soul isn't sent to the underworld. You have to find the Sparrow girl,” Bootstrap said.
“Bootstrap . . . if that was supposed to be the duty, then I'll try doing that,” he said. “Where is she?”
“Thank you Will. She's not far from here, just a few miles away from us and north from Tortuga,” Bootstrap said, pointing over the horizon to the moon.
“I can help you,” his stench of a breath huffed out.
“You can?” I asked him, the innocence of my voice rang out of my little body.
“If that is what your heart truly desires, then yes I can lassie,” he smiled his yellow and ugly teeth down at me. He gave me his dirty hand, waiting for me to take it, waiting for me to trust him. I hesitated for a moment, before taking it. And changing my life forever.
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That was the memory that would never leave me. I chose the path I've been walking in for the past ten years. That memory, ten years ago . . . would haunt me at night once a month. It bothered me a little bit, but I've learned to deal with it.
“Captain Sparrow?” my cabin boy, Damon called me.
I slightly moved my head to his direction, but not look at him. “What is it?” I asked him coldly, cold as the ice in the Arctic.
“We've reached land, Captain,” he answered me.
“Thank you very much,” I moved away from the side of my ship and to the the bow. I looked ahead to our destination over the horizon. Our destination was . . . my home. In Tortuga.
“It won't take us long. The wind is on our side today, possibly twenty-five knots,” I called to my men.
“It's actually close to forty knots, Captain,” Chris told me.
“I just said that,” I said, eying him before walking away to the wheel. While I was on my way there, I tripped on the steps and fell on my chest. Everyone of my men looked over to see if I wasn't wounded, but they didn't see me get on my feet when I got there. “I'm okay,” I called.
I took the wheel from Thomas, my driver that I'd use whenever I had to turn in. I took control of the ship, sailing forward to Tortuga.
We got there not long, at least not as long that the sun didn't beat us to land before it did. “Watch the ship,” I told Damon.
“Aye Lady Sparrow,” he called.
“It's Captain,” I corrected him, sarcastically.
“I'm sorry Captain,” Damon bowed.
“Damon . . .” I smiled to him, coming over to him and lifting his head. He looked up at me, a little confusingly. “You don't need to bow. I'm not the queen of England. I've known you since childhood, you don't have to treat me differently. I'm still the same Anna Sparrow. And besides, I was joking about calling me 'Captain.' Call me like you've always called me,” I told him.
“But Ca—”
“Eh!” I interrupted him. “Anna . . .” I poked his nose. “Only you, can call me Anna. Just because you're that special to me,” I smiled. “And you know what. Forget it, come along with us. Harold!” I called.
“Yes Captain?” he answered to me.
“You get over here!” I demanded.
Harold comes over to me and stops a foot away from me. “Yes?”
“You stay and watch the ship, while Damon comes along with the group. We'll bring a whole lot of carts . . . of rum. For all of us,” I smiled mischievously to him.
He smiled, looking excited. “Yes, Captain. I'll do that,” he rang cheerfully.
I took Damon's hand and pulled him forward to the death trap that everyone called Tortuga. We passed many pirates fighting each other, as drunk as they were, fighting over nothing. Woman running after one another, pirates throwing each other off the second floor window, or trying to drown the mayor in the well. Everyone that was new to my crew and have never been to Tortuga before this. Damon and I have been there plenty of times, so it didn't phase us.
We all walked into the bar casually. Once we stepped through the door, Damon and I squat down a little bit, to prevent our heads from being hit by flying rum bottles. People who have been in my crew for a few years did the same, the new comers didn't know what we were doing until a rum bottle hit their heads. It was funny though.
Damon and I were the first to reach the bar, we took our seats while everyone else took tables or the stairs to drink to their heart's desire. I looked at all of them confusingly, every time I brought Damon along, they always seemed to give us space. I never got why though.
“Thanks for letting me tag along . . .” Damon said cheerfully, stopping his sentence to where it was.
“Anna . . . you're allowed to call me Anna. No one's going to kill you for it. I forbid it,” I said as I ordered two pints of rum.
“Right . . .” he mumbled, he then smiled before he said “Anna.”
The rum came along, I then took the pint and then gulped it down. Not all of it, but at least half. “Hm? Yes?” I asked.
“Do you ever wonder why the crew never sits near us whenever I'm around you?” Damon asked.
“All the time. How come?” I asked him.
“Well . . . I know why,” he answered.
“Really?” I took a small sip. “Why?”
He stared at me for a while. “Anna, I—”
The music in the background interrupted him. The fiddle became so loud that I couldn't hear him. I cried to him “What?”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I'll tell you later!” he screamed and took my hand. “Would you like to dance Captain Anna Sparrow?” Damon smiled to me.
I smiled back at him. “I would love to,” I changed my voice to something more enthusiastic and hoarse like. He laughed with me from my change of character and pulled me forward to the middle of the room.
That entire time was full of fun. Damon and I dodged everyone and everything that was thrown around as we danced in the middle. I haven't had that much fun since Damon and I celebrated our freedom when we escaped from the Black Pearl.
When one of the musicians was knocked out, everything went silent. Everyone was staring at the same direction. Damon and I turned to whatever was causing the commotion. Our eyes then widened.
The same being . . . the same being was standing right there, looking around everyone in the room. He slowly walked, searching for something. Why was he here?
“I'm looking for two certain people,” Barbosa called calmly. Damon placed his hand on my head and lowered me to the ground slowly. He had his index finger over his lips to tell me to stay silent. Damon then led me around everyone's feet, looking for everyone of our crew. This will take forever, and we will get caught for sure.
“How about we split up, meet you at the middle when you get everyone out of here,” I whispered.
“One of them is a lad, tall, dark skinned, and short black hair. He's always with a girl, a few inches shorter than him, mid-back length dark brown hair, she wears black boots that has belts on it, she also has the family mark of the Sparrow's on her lower back,” Barbosa hissed as he walked around everyone, searching for Damon and I. “They've stolen everything valuable that was a part of my ship and then sold them to buy themselves a ship.”
That entire speech Barbosa was speaking, Damon and I got most of the crew out of the bar. When he was done with his description of what we did, we got everyone.
Damon stole a bandanna for both of us and tied the bandanna over my head and face. When then stood up and began walking slowly to the door. “I think I've seen someone of those description,” someone called out.
I saw from the corner of my eye that Barbosa was grinning. “I think I have too,” he hissed. He then took out two of his pistols and pointed at Damon and I, we then froze at our spot. “Nice to see you again . . . Mr. McArthur and Ms. Sparrow,” Barbosa smirked.
Damon and I looked over at him and then moved our bandannas away from our eyes. I then smiled at him, trying to trick him that I was happy to see him but it didn't fully reach my brain. “It's good to see ya again Barbosa,” I said to him.
“Good to see me? That didn't reach your face, wasn't even close lassie . . . now give me your ship that you payed for with my values,” Barbosa hissed at us.
“We ran away from you for a reason you know . . .” Damon defended. I took a bomb out of my back pouch, showing Damon what I was planning. The long string was a sign that we had time to talk calmly and casually, before escaping again out of Barbosa's grasp. I took a match out and lit the string. We had only a few minutes.
“You all ran off all of a sudden, stealing all the loot. Now why did you do such a pirate act?” Barbosa came closer to us.
“We're pirates . . .” I smiled.
“Yes, but you're older now. You call yourselves pirates now. But why then?”
“We didn't like how you treated us and you didn't help Anna reach her goal that her heart desired. You promised to her that you would. She's been in your crew for eight years and you didn't give any sign that you wanted to help her once,” Damon scolded.
“Oh, you two were just children. I could treat you whatever I wanted. And I was going to help her, but you two ran off,” Barbosa smiled and clinched my face with his thumb and index finger.
I shook my head away from his grasp. I then heard a gun shot from behind me. A fight began after that shot. Flying bottles hit the walls, people thrown around the place, and punching each other till their teeth flew out. I took out my sword and fought my way to the door.
“Anna!” Damon yelled.
I looked behind me, Barbosa was there, his sword over his head, aiming at my head. I swung my sword and clashed his sword to mine. It was the same routine, he and I fought for no reason, either that or I made him mad and is now trying to kill me. The bomb's string was about to reach the end.
“Wait!” I yelled, my hands crossed, telling Barbosa to stop. Damon ran to me. “So . . .” Barbosa was confused from us ceasing. “How have you been?”
“Fine, but why stop? You were enjoying the fight, yes?” he asked, his yellow eyes staring at me.
“Just because . . .” I then dropped the bomb on purpose. All three of us looked down at the bomb then to each other. “Oops,” I said innocently with a smile after that.
Damon then took my waist and cut a rope that held the candle chandelier up. Damon took the rope, and we were flying over everyone. Damon let go of the rope and let us drop to the second floor before the string hit the tip of the bomb. We all then began running off when the bomb destroyed the bar. Damon and I looked back. “There goes the rum,” I said sadly before running.
I heard Damon laughing next to me, I looked over him, he was laughing. “What's so funny?” I asked.
“Its just . . . this escape plan of your's was more fun then the last time we ran off on Barbosa,” he chuckled.
My face began to form a smile and then I began laughing with him. “I guess you're right. It was more fun,” I laughed. We then stopped running and hugged. “I'm glad I brought you along with me when we ran away from the Black Pearl. I wouldn't have this kind of experience, and I wouldn't have gotten out of there without you,” I said to him.
“I wanted to stay in the Black Pearl to tell them lies about where you were, all to protect you. But the thought of me never seeing you again hurt me,” Damon whispered in my ear.
I looked at Damon. “You're speaking romantically to me, are you ok?” I teased.
“You were speaking romantically too, I thought I should keep the mood,” Damon smiled.
I grinned back at him before pushing him away playfully. He laughed after teasing him. He walked back to me and placed his arm around my neck. “Wanna steal more rum?” I asked.
“The crew probably got more rum while we were stuck in there. But more won't hurt,” he shrugged.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE ON TORTUGA:
“Yo ho yo ho, A pirates life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we're really bad eggs,” takes a drink out of rum. “Drink up me hearties yo ho.”
“Captain, I just went to the bar. It's gone,” a man said.
“What? What are you talking about Gibbs? Rum shouldn't be gone,” he said to Gibbs.
“I just went there, and its gone. All I heard from the people outside, was that there was a girl and a boy that ran out of the building before it blew up,” Gibbs said. “And the girl looked a lot like Anna Maria.”
“Oh, Anna Maria. I haven't seen her in years. How is she?” he asked.
“I don't know . . . how about you ask her? She ran to the docks,” Gibbs said sarcastically.
The man used his index finger and thought for a while. “I say not. I 'promised' her months ago that I'd come back to her the next day. If I sees her now, then she'd come up and attack,” he flailed his arms in a way like he was a demented bird.
“Don't you want to scold her is she was the one that blew up the bar?” Gibbs pointed out.
He then took a gulp of rum before swallowing it too fast. “To Anna Maria!” he screamed.
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BACK TO ANNA AND DAMON:
“Are you sure you're alright carrying all those boxes? I could carry a few,” Damon asked with worry in his voice.
“I'm fine Damon. I'm not gonna die until the Kraken decides to eat me,” I joked.
“Even if you say you're fine, I'm still taking some boxes,” Damon said, taking two more boxes from me. Damon was carrying four boxes of rum while I carried only two.
“Is that getting heavy?” I asked him, my eye brow raised with worry.
“I'm fine. A lady shouldn't carry something heavy,” Damon said behind the boxes in front of his face.
“You know I'm not much of a lady if I know how to fight and is a pirate,” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, you are to me and a few of the crew,” Damon defended.
“We're here,” I said to Damon. “Watch your step,” I called to him.
Too late, he tripped and I had to catch a few of the boxes to prevent them from crashing.
“I swear I should take you out without tripping on anything and nearly killing yourself,” I said to him as I walked up to my ship.
“Says you!” he yells catching up to me. “You trip on everything, that should have been something I would say,” he flicked the back of my head.
“Don't talk to me,” I changed my voice to something a little more elegant that the queen of England would sound like. “I don't know you.”
He sighed. “Fine,” Damon gave up. He walked down the stairs to the rum room I don't know what it's called, but whatever XP. When Damon placed the bottles in empty spaces on of the men came up to him. “So what did you guys do?” he asked.
“Nothing, whats it to you?” Damon asked.
“You already told nearly everyone of the crew that you liked her for the longest time. When are you going to tell her?” he asked Damon.
“Chris, I know you like her too. She just not interested right now. She's too into reaching her goal. She pushed everything away out of her heart,” Damon said, throwing the boxes out to the docks.
“Okay . . . but you better hurry. One of us is going to get to her first,” Chris smiled before leaving him.
Damon began running up the stairs and up to the surface of the ship. Damon was looking around, searching. “Anna?” he called to me.
“Hey . . . um, Captain?” he heard Chris's voice.
“Yes?” I answered him. I poked my head out from my room.
Damon turned around to the both of us. “I was just wondering . . .” he had an evil smile that I didn't notice.
“Yes? I'm waiting. Besides, I'm tired. I want to sleep,” I told him.
“Okay . . . I love you, will you marry me?” Chris asked swiftly.
“Sorry, not interested,” I answered quickly before shutting the door. Chris stood there and then turned to Damon.
“Go on laugh at me,” Chris called.
“I'll laugh at you later,” Damon said before going into my room. “Anna?”
“Yes?” I answered.
“Hey, do you want me to get anything for you?” he asked me.
“Nope, you're free tonight,” I answered as I was tying a string from my black corset. Damon nodded before walking to the door.
“Damon . . .” I called.
Damon looked back to me. “Yes?” he answered to me.
“Why did you choose to be a cabin boy? I asked you to be my right hand man, but you chose something a lot lower than a right hand man. Why?” I asked.
Damon stayed silent for a while. “I just thought that I'm not fit for something at a high class like that. I mean, you're well suited for a captain, but for me . . . I should work my way.”
“You are great for the spot though, it just confused me of why you chose something that low,” I said to him.
He smiled at me. “You don't need to worry, you can tell me when I've moved up a level when I've done well,” Damon told me before he walked out. He stopped to the starboard side and stared at the stars as the ship sailed under the blanket of the night. “My answer wasn't true . . . I chose it because I want to take care of you, and watch over you if anything ever happened to you. I love you and always have,” he whispered.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE:
A few miles away from Anna Sparrow's ship, the Night Star, a ship was just searching through the seas.
The Captain of the ship was looking at locket with a picture of a beautiful woman. “Captain?” an old man called to him.
“Father, you don't need to call me that. You can call me by my name,” he told the man.
“Yes, well . . . I just remembered something that should have been Davy Jone's duty. There was a child that was born when Jack's ship was given to him. Jack's child was born on the thirteenth day on the thirteenth our of a day. The child was supposed to be killed by the time she was thirteen. And she should be in the world of the dead by now. But I just heard news that she escaped from Tortuga when she blew up a building,” he said to him.
“So . . . you want me to kill her?” the captain asked.
“You're supposed to. She's going to be the cause of war if her soul isn't sent to the underworld. You have to find the Sparrow girl,” Bootstrap said.
“Bootstrap . . . if that was supposed to be the duty, then I'll try doing that,” he said. “Where is she?”
“Thank you Will. She's not far from here, just a few miles away from us and north from Tortuga,” Bootstrap said, pointing over the horizon to the moon.
