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Hâtiment de Boucanier

by Dove

 

Fandom: PoTC    Rating: PG    Pairing: none    Full Header  Histories - 2

 


Daft like Jack, Gibbs proclaims, and if she thought him smart enough to pull it off, she'd suspect him of trying to use her feelings against her. But such plotting and ploys usually escape even the subtlest of men, and Gibbs is not a subtle man. So she goes along with the plan. Almost works, too. She vows to tear Jack's throat out with her teeth, if she ever sees him alive again.

She supposes she loves Jack, in her way. It's not the way that makes the more foolish of the crew members nudge each other and grin whenever she's seen talking to him. Anamaria's yet to meet the man who can please her nearly as well as her own deft fingers. Wouldn't say no to giving that Turner boy a chance, though. There's a fire in that one's eyes. Remind her of Jack's, they do.

She never asks Jack why he sometimes calls her by her mother's name. Alouette he calls her, too, sometimes, and tells her it's because she sang so prettily for him, before he stole her for a life at sea. She thinks it's only more of Jack's madness, but almost remembers, two dark men, one small and flighty, the other quiet and unsmiling. He unbent only for a dark unsmiling little girl, and she thinks, maybe, he did call her 'lark'.

The memory doesn't save ol' Bootstrap Bill, when she runs into him in a coastal town, eight years after Barbossa's death. She pries his story out of him--ten years will give a man enough time to walk an entire ocean, she supposes, if he's got nothing else on his mind--and when he's stopped struggling, she wraps up the body and takes it to sea. Bootstrap will spend the rest of his days where Barbossa put him, on the sandy bottom. Thou shalt not suffer a betrayer to live.

Jack took her on, taught her her letters and how to climb a rig, how to steer the Pearl and how to make your prey think they'd best surrender without a fight. It isn't what her maman wished for her, but maman didn't hear the sea the way Anamaria does. Cotton suggests, one day, that Jack's not training a first mate, he's training a replacement. She hadn't thought of it before, but Jack's old--near as she can figure, he's close to twice her age--Jack taught her her sums, too.

The Raven is a beautiful boat. Her sails snap with military precision and her sleek lines are beautifully curved, but cutting, never soft. Anamaria is young, and a woman besides, but with Marty and Cotton behind her, she's confident that she can build a name for herself. And she does; she's so good at what she does that she's not surprised when Jack tracks her down a few months later.

She warned him, when she left, not to trust the crew. Each one worse than the last, and she trusted Bootstrap least of all. Jack's a foolish man, too much ruled by his heart, and he expects the same of others. He's always dismissed Anamaria's dislike of Bootstrap as jealousy, but he's wrong. Bootstrap's weak, and Anamaria despises nothing more than weakness.

She's not surprised to hear about the mutiny, and she's not surprised to hear of Bootstrap's role. She's a little surprised when Jack asks to join her crew--not like him to ask for help. And she's disgusted with herself when she wakes up one morning in Tortuga and finds her men standing on an empty dock. She shouldn't have been surprised by that, either.

It was from Jack that she first learned the Pirate's Code, when she was still a lark, sitting on his knee while maman entertained Bootstrap. She knows better--any man that falls behind, gets left behind. So when Elizabeth begs for help, Anamaria keeps silent, supports the crew's decision. Her heart tells her different, but she's always trusted Jack above that too-fallible guide. Still, she can't quite meet Elizabeth's eyes.

She thinks, maybe, she hasn't given Gibbs enough credit. When she tells him of her decision to turn the Pearl around, he only shrugs and says, "You know better'n I what Jack'd have to say about that." She nods, and doesn't tell him that it's not Jack's face that's made her choice. In her mind, she sees another silent pirate: Bootstrap, watching Jack shrinking into the distance, and he never says a word. She has no trouble meeting Jack's eyes, several days later outside of Port Royal.
 

 

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