The Resurrection of the Goddess Wuhu // Chapter 2
Title: The Resurrection of the Goddess Wuhu
Summary: Jack learns the true reason why Anamaria left the Black Pearl with no notice and no boat.
Chapter: Two: Of Ships and Dresses
Author: flameandignite
Rating: PG (for now)
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Anamaria, Joshamee Gibbs, Hector Barbossa, Samdi Towhee
Pairing: Jack/Anamaria
Disclaimer: I do not own the pirates but I do own Samdi, my tribe of cannibals, and my overzealous imagination. Long live Jack Sparrow.
Author's Note: So, this is was a follow-up to my drabble in which Jack finds himself as a papa. I've taken the idea and ran a muck with it and managed to get lost along the way. We all know that Jack would hit the dust the moment he found out so I'm challenging myself and trying to make this realistic. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Anamaria stared at the dress, smoothing it out and sighed. The boat rocked and the dress was caught in the sunlight and Anamaria looked more closely at the dress. If she hadn't hated Jack so much right now, she probably would have kissed him. She had to remind herself that though she hadn’t really hated him, she was rather cross with him.
Jack had this thing about him that would make a person despise him and love him all in one fleeting moment. Where he would fail in tact, he would make up for in timing and well, vice versa.
Anamaria stood from the bed with the dress in her arms. She lifted it into the small round window of her room and eyed it with suspicion. She chuckled softly and shook her head. Blast that Jack! He had gotten entirely too good at this. She’d liked this dress the moment she’d laid eyes on it and Anamaria had never been fond of dresses, even when she was forced to wear them in her much younger days. It was a very true fact that she had started wearing men's trousers the moment she'd crossed Jack Sparrow's path.
She had been walking with Jack through the busiest sector of Montego Bay when she spotted the dress. It wasn’t as if they had much business there in the first place but there was a man who knew a man that knew a pirate captain willing to make a good bargain if Jack had traded some information regarding another pirate with him. They were doing a very good job at not being noticed, considering their surroundings. She hadn't remembered the name of the store, but she did remember the dress. It was a simple thing but the color had caught her eyes. It had a very distinctive rose color with lovely white lace in the front. It was a beautiful, if simple thing.
"Let's go, love, we don't want anyone getting suspicious of our appearance." Jack’s voice cut right into Anamaria’s admiration of the dress.
Anamaria scoffed. It was just like Jack to ruin a lovely little moment.
Now, she held the dress in her hands, lifting it up to get a good look at it. She had no idea where on earth she was supposed to wear this blasted thing. She spent her time on a pirate ship with a crew of daft men. However, she couldn’t stop looking at it, curiosity consuming her. It had been so long since she’d worn a dress. Would she look the same?
In less than five minutes, she had found herself standing in the dress and laughing softly to herself. Trust Jack to buy her something without properly getting measurements and other things required to wear a dress. It was too big around the shoulders and she was absolutely sure a bodice was needed. She would absently lift the dress over her shoulders and sigh, looking down at her gift.
The gesture was very sweet and very thoughtful but it did not change the fact that he had sold the boat he promised her and when she did speak with him again, she was going to remind him how poor the comparison there was between a dress and a boat. She twirled like a young girl in the dress and shook her head.
She hadn't even noticed Jack standing in the doorway, watching her with amusement. Grateful for his stealth, Jack watched as she pulled on the shoulders of the dress and how she really didn't need a bodice, though she did offer a little 'tut' and tugged it close to her slender frame. He had turned the knob and managed to open the door while Anamaria spoke to herself about how she needed a boat more than a dress, although she seemed quite content with the dress for the moment. It was such a simple dress that when Jack purchased it, the shop owner had stared at him strangely. Was he supposed to buy something else to go along with it? He was in the business of taking off dresses, not trying to see every little detail and variation that had come with dresses.
"For me lady," he had stated to the bewildered shop owner and motioned to the dress.
Anamaria stopped her foolish nonsense with the matter of the dress and froze. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jack standing there with a lopsided smirk.
"It's too big," she stated simply and turned to face him.
“You’re very welcome,” he stated flatly.
Jack waved his hands out in front of him as if to say 'oh well, that's the way it is' but he instead said, "I'm not good at buying dresses and things of that nature. I'm sure a necklace would suffice but I saw you gazing all glassy-eyed at that dress and -"
Charming, he was.
"A boat would have been better."
So here it steered again.
"I told you, Anamaria, that boat was not the boat for you."
"But you said 'you.shall.have.it.' and you turned right around and sold it and then you buy this dress!" She was losing her temper once more and she threw her hands up. In this precise moment, the dress slipped past her shoulders and she hastily pulled it up, covering herself protectively. Jack did not bite back the little laugh that came from his lips.
"This is not the time to laugh," she scolded him. "What do you know about me anyway? You can't even treat me like the first mate you assigned me to be. Most of the time, I'm doing more work than that lot when they get all drunk and pathetic. I did not join this crew to be bedded by you, Captain Jack Sparrow."
He said nothing and expressed no sort of response. Technically, she had been the one to bed him seeing as she had snuck into his quarters and well - that desk would always be his favorite piece of furniture now. This only frustrated Anamaria more.
"I'm just as capable of being a captain as you."
"Anamaria," he began and mostly when he used her name it was supposed to calm her down. It was a very smart tactic even if it didn't work most the time but she did shut up so he could say his own piece. "If I wanted you for bedding purposes only, I would have argued a way to have you not join this crew when we met again in Tortuga. I think you are a very able first mate, when you are not yelling at me or Gibbs ...or the crew."
"Then I would like my own boat."
She wasn't going to quit, was she? "Why are you so eager to get away from me?"
And there it was the truth had finally come to surface. "I am a good captain and I am fair. If any of these men would try and harm you I would make sure they'd walk the plank like the scurvy curs that they were. I am against violence unless it is absolutely needed and I buy my first mate lovely red dresses." He waved a hand at the dress like a petulant child, clearly getting frustrated at Anamaria’s stubbornness.
Anamaria was still going to be difficult about this, however, and she retorted with, "Then maybe you should just wrap the dress back up and give it to Mister Gibbs."
Insufferable woman! If she had been a man, Jack liked to think he would have taken that opportune moment to punch her right in the face even if she had a great argument. Instead, Jack stepped forward closing the space between them and without another word he wrapped his arms around Anamaria's small waist and leaned in to kiss her. She had pushed him for a few seconds but eventually gave in, releasing the handfuls of his shirt and pressing her hands to his chest but not to push him away, to keep herself from falling over. Although the physical struggle between her and Jack didn't seem all that difficult, Anamaria's inner struggle was something torturous.
His kisses were always the best, reminding her so much of the time she'd spend on that beach before she'd run to Tortuga.
She couldn't believe he'd sold the boat she was to have and in return bought countless bottles of rum and one bloody dress that hadn't even fit her properly!
And a kiss!
The realization of how unfair this situation truly was hit Anamaria and she pushed Jack away, surprising herself with her own strength. Working aboard this ship had truly paid off. Jack looked a bit startled at Anamaria's decision to not be won over by his usual charm and dashing good looks. He even seemed a bit hurt, if mockingly, because eventually, Anamaria would give in. He never understood why she resisted.
"Did you not hear anything I just said?" Anamaria's accent was coming on strong, mostly because she was getting angrier by the minute. This was Jack's favorite thing about Arguments with Anamaria. She'd swear at him in Spanish in a matter of moments.
Jack flared out his hands and shrugged. "Of course I heard you. I heard you. Look at me," he tried to be as stern as possible, "I heard you. Sometimes, the only way to get you to shut up is to just..." he faded off and shook his head.
"Kiss me," Anamaria finished the sentence for him.
Jack held up a finger and nodded. "Kiss you. It has worked several times before and I thought it would work in this instance and look at that!" He perked his eyebrows.
"Jack?"
"Captain." Jack found himself at a loss for how many times he had corrected this woman about his proper title.
"Captain," she allowed the correction and it surprised Jack but surprised her even more. "Please get out of my room before I kill you."
Simply nodding, Jack turned his back to Anamaria and without another word, he left. Anamaria watched him leave and walked over to close the door with a frustrated sigh. Just as she closed the door, Jack's tanned hand caught it and he poked his head inside. "I do respect you, you know."
Anamaria gave him a small smile and nodded. She cupped his chin in her hand and nodded, "I know you do. I just fancy giving you a hard time. Sometimes you need it."
This time, it was Jack that smiled, a warm genuine smile, flashing his trademark smile and row of beautiful white teeth littered with a gold tooth here and there.
"Forgiven?" He slipped his hand through the crack in the door and wriggled his fingers.
Anamaria could easily and gladly just slam his fingers in the door but she knew that for all his really cantankerous actions, Jack had his sweet moments and sometimes the moments were so sweet, Anamaria would forget about the times she wanted to strangle him. So, because of her own affections for Jack, she moved her hand to shake his.
Jack being Jack, he took her hand in his and pressed his lips against the softest part of her hand.
"I respect you as a first mate and I also respect you as a lady, my lady." His eyes darkened for a moment and Anamaria felt her stomach flutter and she pulled her hand away.
"Forgiven for now."
She tossed her prettiest, most feminine smile in his direction and Jack did feel that thing he avoided most in his chest tighten. She really was beautiful, no matter how hard she tried to discard the fact. He resisted the urge to stroke the side of her face and stepped back, letting her close the door.
"Glad that's settled," he finally said, dusting his hands off and made his way back to the deck.
Summary: Jack learns the true reason why Anamaria left the Black Pearl with no notice and no boat.
Chapter: Two: Of Ships and Dresses
Author: flameandignite
Rating: PG (for now)
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Anamaria, Joshamee Gibbs, Hector Barbossa, Samdi Towhee
Pairing: Jack/Anamaria
Disclaimer: I do not own the pirates but I do own Samdi, my tribe of cannibals, and my overzealous imagination. Long live Jack Sparrow.
Author's Note: So, this is was a follow-up to my drabble in which Jack finds himself as a papa. I've taken the idea and ran a muck with it and managed to get lost along the way. We all know that Jack would hit the dust the moment he found out so I'm challenging myself and trying to make this realistic. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Anamaria stared at the dress, smoothing it out and sighed. The boat rocked and the dress was caught in the sunlight and Anamaria looked more closely at the dress. If she hadn't hated Jack so much right now, she probably would have kissed him. She had to remind herself that though she hadn’t really hated him, she was rather cross with him.
Jack had this thing about him that would make a person despise him and love him all in one fleeting moment. Where he would fail in tact, he would make up for in timing and well, vice versa.
Anamaria stood from the bed with the dress in her arms. She lifted it into the small round window of her room and eyed it with suspicion. She chuckled softly and shook her head. Blast that Jack! He had gotten entirely too good at this. She’d liked this dress the moment she’d laid eyes on it and Anamaria had never been fond of dresses, even when she was forced to wear them in her much younger days. It was a very true fact that she had started wearing men's trousers the moment she'd crossed Jack Sparrow's path.
She had been walking with Jack through the busiest sector of Montego Bay when she spotted the dress. It wasn’t as if they had much business there in the first place but there was a man who knew a man that knew a pirate captain willing to make a good bargain if Jack had traded some information regarding another pirate with him. They were doing a very good job at not being noticed, considering their surroundings. She hadn't remembered the name of the store, but she did remember the dress. It was a simple thing but the color had caught her eyes. It had a very distinctive rose color with lovely white lace in the front. It was a beautiful, if simple thing.
"Let's go, love, we don't want anyone getting suspicious of our appearance." Jack’s voice cut right into Anamaria’s admiration of the dress.
Anamaria scoffed. It was just like Jack to ruin a lovely little moment.
Now, she held the dress in her hands, lifting it up to get a good look at it. She had no idea where on earth she was supposed to wear this blasted thing. She spent her time on a pirate ship with a crew of daft men. However, she couldn’t stop looking at it, curiosity consuming her. It had been so long since she’d worn a dress. Would she look the same?
In less than five minutes, she had found herself standing in the dress and laughing softly to herself. Trust Jack to buy her something without properly getting measurements and other things required to wear a dress. It was too big around the shoulders and she was absolutely sure a bodice was needed. She would absently lift the dress over her shoulders and sigh, looking down at her gift.
The gesture was very sweet and very thoughtful but it did not change the fact that he had sold the boat he promised her and when she did speak with him again, she was going to remind him how poor the comparison there was between a dress and a boat. She twirled like a young girl in the dress and shook her head.
She hadn't even noticed Jack standing in the doorway, watching her with amusement. Grateful for his stealth, Jack watched as she pulled on the shoulders of the dress and how she really didn't need a bodice, though she did offer a little 'tut' and tugged it close to her slender frame. He had turned the knob and managed to open the door while Anamaria spoke to herself about how she needed a boat more than a dress, although she seemed quite content with the dress for the moment. It was such a simple dress that when Jack purchased it, the shop owner had stared at him strangely. Was he supposed to buy something else to go along with it? He was in the business of taking off dresses, not trying to see every little detail and variation that had come with dresses.
"For me lady," he had stated to the bewildered shop owner and motioned to the dress.
Anamaria stopped her foolish nonsense with the matter of the dress and froze. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jack standing there with a lopsided smirk.
"It's too big," she stated simply and turned to face him.
“You’re very welcome,” he stated flatly.
Jack waved his hands out in front of him as if to say 'oh well, that's the way it is' but he instead said, "I'm not good at buying dresses and things of that nature. I'm sure a necklace would suffice but I saw you gazing all glassy-eyed at that dress and -"
Charming, he was.
"A boat would have been better."
So here it steered again.
"I told you, Anamaria, that boat was not the boat for you."
"But you said 'you.shall.have.it.' and you turned right around and sold it and then you buy this dress!" She was losing her temper once more and she threw her hands up. In this precise moment, the dress slipped past her shoulders and she hastily pulled it up, covering herself protectively. Jack did not bite back the little laugh that came from his lips.
"This is not the time to laugh," she scolded him. "What do you know about me anyway? You can't even treat me like the first mate you assigned me to be. Most of the time, I'm doing more work than that lot when they get all drunk and pathetic. I did not join this crew to be bedded by you, Captain Jack Sparrow."
He said nothing and expressed no sort of response. Technically, she had been the one to bed him seeing as she had snuck into his quarters and well - that desk would always be his favorite piece of furniture now. This only frustrated Anamaria more.
"I'm just as capable of being a captain as you."
"Anamaria," he began and mostly when he used her name it was supposed to calm her down. It was a very smart tactic even if it didn't work most the time but she did shut up so he could say his own piece. "If I wanted you for bedding purposes only, I would have argued a way to have you not join this crew when we met again in Tortuga. I think you are a very able first mate, when you are not yelling at me or Gibbs ...or the crew."
"Then I would like my own boat."
She wasn't going to quit, was she? "Why are you so eager to get away from me?"
And there it was the truth had finally come to surface. "I am a good captain and I am fair. If any of these men would try and harm you I would make sure they'd walk the plank like the scurvy curs that they were. I am against violence unless it is absolutely needed and I buy my first mate lovely red dresses." He waved a hand at the dress like a petulant child, clearly getting frustrated at Anamaria’s stubbornness.
Anamaria was still going to be difficult about this, however, and she retorted with, "Then maybe you should just wrap the dress back up and give it to Mister Gibbs."
Insufferable woman! If she had been a man, Jack liked to think he would have taken that opportune moment to punch her right in the face even if she had a great argument. Instead, Jack stepped forward closing the space between them and without another word he wrapped his arms around Anamaria's small waist and leaned in to kiss her. She had pushed him for a few seconds but eventually gave in, releasing the handfuls of his shirt and pressing her hands to his chest but not to push him away, to keep herself from falling over. Although the physical struggle between her and Jack didn't seem all that difficult, Anamaria's inner struggle was something torturous.
His kisses were always the best, reminding her so much of the time she'd spend on that beach before she'd run to Tortuga.
She couldn't believe he'd sold the boat she was to have and in return bought countless bottles of rum and one bloody dress that hadn't even fit her properly!
And a kiss!
The realization of how unfair this situation truly was hit Anamaria and she pushed Jack away, surprising herself with her own strength. Working aboard this ship had truly paid off. Jack looked a bit startled at Anamaria's decision to not be won over by his usual charm and dashing good looks. He even seemed a bit hurt, if mockingly, because eventually, Anamaria would give in. He never understood why she resisted.
"Did you not hear anything I just said?" Anamaria's accent was coming on strong, mostly because she was getting angrier by the minute. This was Jack's favorite thing about Arguments with Anamaria. She'd swear at him in Spanish in a matter of moments.
Jack flared out his hands and shrugged. "Of course I heard you. I heard you. Look at me," he tried to be as stern as possible, "I heard you. Sometimes, the only way to get you to shut up is to just..." he faded off and shook his head.
"Kiss me," Anamaria finished the sentence for him.
Jack held up a finger and nodded. "Kiss you. It has worked several times before and I thought it would work in this instance and look at that!" He perked his eyebrows.
"Jack?"
"Captain." Jack found himself at a loss for how many times he had corrected this woman about his proper title.
"Captain," she allowed the correction and it surprised Jack but surprised her even more. "Please get out of my room before I kill you."
Simply nodding, Jack turned his back to Anamaria and without another word, he left. Anamaria watched him leave and walked over to close the door with a frustrated sigh. Just as she closed the door, Jack's tanned hand caught it and he poked his head inside. "I do respect you, you know."
Anamaria gave him a small smile and nodded. She cupped his chin in her hand and nodded, "I know you do. I just fancy giving you a hard time. Sometimes you need it."
This time, it was Jack that smiled, a warm genuine smile, flashing his trademark smile and row of beautiful white teeth littered with a gold tooth here and there.
"Forgiven?" He slipped his hand through the crack in the door and wriggled his fingers.
Anamaria could easily and gladly just slam his fingers in the door but she knew that for all his really cantankerous actions, Jack had his sweet moments and sometimes the moments were so sweet, Anamaria would forget about the times she wanted to strangle him. So, because of her own affections for Jack, she moved her hand to shake his.
Jack being Jack, he took her hand in his and pressed his lips against the softest part of her hand.
"I respect you as a first mate and I also respect you as a lady, my lady." His eyes darkened for a moment and Anamaria felt her stomach flutter and she pulled her hand away.
"Forgiven for now."
She tossed her prettiest, most feminine smile in his direction and Jack did feel that thing he avoided most in his chest tighten. She really was beautiful, no matter how hard she tried to discard the fact. He resisted the urge to stroke the side of her face and stepped back, letting her close the door.
"Glad that's settled," he finally said, dusting his hands off and made his way back to the deck.