PotC fic: Five Things That Might Have Happened to Anamaria (PG)
Title: Five Things That Might Have Happened to Anamaria
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG
Character/pairing: Anamaria, with Jack/Anamaria and implied Tia Maria (i.e. Tia Dalma/Anamaria)
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters belong to Disney.
Summary: Five possible reasons for Anamaria's absence in the sequels.
Warning: Character death.
Cross-posted to: my journal, pirategasm, and potc_treasures.
Strange to announce her intention to leave standing before this table, more formal than ever she had been as bo'sun reporting to the captain; certainly not like the times they had put its surface to good use, rolling over maps, sending books and candles flying...
Jack didn't understand her reason then; for the time being she wanted to keep it to herself. Later, though, she saw him covertly glancing her way while counting something off on his fingers.
Kissing her goodbye, he laid his hand on her stomach in an unaccustomed way; but if he had guessed, he never said.
---
Anamaria leaned against the wall of the shack and watched Tia Dalma tend to their injured crewman, while Jack alternately danced at the obeah woman and shrank from her attention.
Tia asked for a particular potion for her patient. "Anamaria," she added.
When Anamaria put it into her hand, Tia's fingers closed around her with startling force. "He get you killed, more sure than this one, if you stay," she murmured. Anamaria's skin prickled with rare superstition, or acknowledgement of a true prophecy - or something more primal.
As Tia's grip softened, Anamaria increased hers, and thought - perhaps - to stay longer.
---
"This one's mine," Anamaria declared when they finally overcame the Minerva.
"This one?" Jack echoed, frowning. The ship was both swift and well-armed, and they had been hard-pressed to win the battle.
"This one?" Gibbs repeated, also worried by the prospect of Anamaria with that vessel.
"Aye, you gaping swabs, she's a fine ship and she's the one I want. You promised me a better one, Jack."
"Your wish, darling," Jack said, retreating from her clenched fist. "Tonight we'll feast in honour of the Caribbean's newest captain, and in the morning..."
She would sail to her own horizon.
---
The man who'd taken her down she'd shot, even as he wrenched the sword from her ribs, using her last breath to fire her pistol before collapsing. His carcass, the Pearl's crew tipped overboard; his ship was allowed to move off, missing cargo and a crewmember, and leaving behind a predator who had had her claws drawn.
Anamaria was sewn into her shroud by Cotton - first time he'd done that for a woman - and read over by Gibbs. Jack passed his hand over the covered face as if to close her eyes. Anamaria - graceful lady of the sea. Ave Maria.
---
"How've you got so much loot, Ana?" Marty asked.
"Because while you wastrels have been spending yours on drinkin' and whorin', I've saved mine up." Anamaria hefted her sack of booty.
"Should get quite a boat for that kind of money," Gibbs opined.
"Boat, ha! I'm going to buy myself an island, and a whole fleet of fishing-boats."
"Will there be room for a king alongside Anamaria, queen of her very own isle?" Jack asked huskily.
"Don't get your hopes up. If you can have a harem, so can I. And that's what I'm going to do."
And she did.
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG
Character/pairing: Anamaria, with Jack/Anamaria and implied Tia Maria (i.e. Tia Dalma/Anamaria)
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters belong to Disney.
Summary: Five possible reasons for Anamaria's absence in the sequels.
Warning: Character death.
Cross-posted to: my journal, pirategasm, and potc_treasures.
Strange to announce her intention to leave standing before this table, more formal than ever she had been as bo'sun reporting to the captain; certainly not like the times they had put its surface to good use, rolling over maps, sending books and candles flying...
Jack didn't understand her reason then; for the time being she wanted to keep it to herself. Later, though, she saw him covertly glancing her way while counting something off on his fingers.
Kissing her goodbye, he laid his hand on her stomach in an unaccustomed way; but if he had guessed, he never said.
---
Anamaria leaned against the wall of the shack and watched Tia Dalma tend to their injured crewman, while Jack alternately danced at the obeah woman and shrank from her attention.
Tia asked for a particular potion for her patient. "Anamaria," she added.
When Anamaria put it into her hand, Tia's fingers closed around her with startling force. "He get you killed, more sure than this one, if you stay," she murmured. Anamaria's skin prickled with rare superstition, or acknowledgement of a true prophecy - or something more primal.
As Tia's grip softened, Anamaria increased hers, and thought - perhaps - to stay longer.
---
"This one's mine," Anamaria declared when they finally overcame the Minerva.
"This one?" Jack echoed, frowning. The ship was both swift and well-armed, and they had been hard-pressed to win the battle.
"This one?" Gibbs repeated, also worried by the prospect of Anamaria with that vessel.
"Aye, you gaping swabs, she's a fine ship and she's the one I want. You promised me a better one, Jack."
"Your wish, darling," Jack said, retreating from her clenched fist. "Tonight we'll feast in honour of the Caribbean's newest captain, and in the morning..."
She would sail to her own horizon.
---
The man who'd taken her down she'd shot, even as he wrenched the sword from her ribs, using her last breath to fire her pistol before collapsing. His carcass, the Pearl's crew tipped overboard; his ship was allowed to move off, missing cargo and a crewmember, and leaving behind a predator who had had her claws drawn.
Anamaria was sewn into her shroud by Cotton - first time he'd done that for a woman - and read over by Gibbs. Jack passed his hand over the covered face as if to close her eyes. Anamaria - graceful lady of the sea. Ave Maria.
---
"How've you got so much loot, Ana?" Marty asked.
"Because while you wastrels have been spending yours on drinkin' and whorin', I've saved mine up." Anamaria hefted her sack of booty.
"Should get quite a boat for that kind of money," Gibbs opined.
"Boat, ha! I'm going to buy myself an island, and a whole fleet of fishing-boats."
"Will there be room for a king alongside Anamaria, queen of her very own isle?" Jack asked huskily.
"Don't get your hopes up. If you can have a harem, so can I. And that's what I'm going to do."
And she did.