Anya woke as the sun blazed through the bare windows. She could hear the ocean crash against the shore, and the yelling of pirates outside. She smiled contentedly, rolling onto her side. But her smile disappeared, as she realized she was alone in the bed. No sign of Jack at all in the little room, and his side of the bed had gone cold. The faint smell of cigar smoke led her to the assumption he had been here not long ago.
She pushed back the sheet and hurriedly began collecting her scattered clothing, putting on her white dress, and pulling her hair up. But her ribbon was gone. She began looking around the room, looking for anything she could find to tie up her hair.
Her eyes fell upon the sheet hanging over what she supposed was a painting. She walked to it, taking hold of the fabric and ripping off a strand. But as she did so, the sheet was pulled from it perch, and Anya gasped at the figure staring back at her.
It was a man, of at least forty years. Curled black locks fell to his shoulders, which were dressed richly in a coat of red and gold. But his eyes, his eyes pierced Anya's very soul. Those very same green eyes she'd been told she possessed.
'Remarkable isn't he.' Anya whipped around, her blonde curls forgotten. Gordon smirked at her surprise. 'Fearsome… they said he could kill with just a look. He never loved anyone or anything…miracle you ever came about being in his line…' He stepped farther into the room, and Anya shied away from him, feeling like he was invading her space.
'He must've loved someone…' Anya said backing into the wall and Gordon inspected the painting. Gordon smirked and shook his head, turning to face her, and Anya looked away as if she'd shamed herself somehow.
'Pirates do not love… its part of who we are m'dear. We cannot love.' He said the last part with a sneer, as if he knew this was like stabbing her repeatedly. Anya shook her head and took a step forward.
'No. You're wrong.' She spat. 'He can love.' Suddenly she halted, knowing she'd said too much. Gordon's eyes lit up and a knowing smile tugged at his mouth, as though he'd caught the culprit.
'Ahhh… so you think Sparrow loves you… how touching.' He said deadpan, as he crossed to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a flask and gulping the contents down. Anya smiled a bit at hearing someone else say Sparrow loved, was capable of love. 'But before you say anything more to make me vomit, you should know that he is a pirate.' He threw the flask back in the drawer and shoved it closed. Anya blinked and smiled incredulously.
'I know.' She said shaking her head.
'So he cannot love.' Gordon said wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Anya frowned and was about to speak when Gordon waved her to stop. 'He is a thief, a con artist, a pillager, and a liar.' The last word was emphasized. Anya said nothing but remained quiet, mouth parted slightly, throat constricting, eyes darkening with fear. What if it was true? What if Jack had lied?
'No.' she said trying to reassure herself. 'No.' she repeated. Gordon smiled an evil smile, tilting his head back, giving her the once over, then rubbing his chin with his hand.
'You are much too beautiful for a scoundrel like Sparrow, always using that silvery tongue to get what he wants.' Anya looked up at this, and Gordon's eyebrows raised and he nodded. 'Oh yes my dear, you are as much a conquest as this treasure will be for him. You're nothing more than the prize of the month.' Anya's eyes dropped down to the floor again.
'But he said… he said…' she couldn't bring herself to say it, and Gordon dove at the opportunity, taking her chin in his well manicured hand and raising it to look at him.
'If he loved you my dear, than why is it that when I said I would have you strangled after I found the treasure, that he did not protest? Hmmmm?' Gordon said silkily. Anya shook her head, backing from him, toward the door.
'Jack.' She said under her breath, running out the door, Gordon right behind her. He stopped and grinned maliciously after her.
'HE'LL NEVER LOVE YOU LASS! ALL HE LOVES IS THE GOLD!' he yelled after her as she raced along the shore, trying desperately to get away from the horrid captain and his scathing words. As she made her way farther down the beach, she turned her head back to be sure he wasn't chasing her, when she collided with someone, falling back onto her side with a loud 'oomph!'
'Oy, steady on love.' She opened her eyes, looking up into a pair of dark, kolh lined ones. She did not speak merely heaved herself up and into his arms, burying her face into the collar of his tunic. Jack was taken aback, looking about strangely, delicately putting his arms around her.
'Oh Jack! Gordon! He said…' she choked at the thought of what he said. A huge sob escaped her and Jack frowned, placing his head on hers, cradling her somewhat.
'What pet? What did Gordon say?' he cooed, looking down at the sand as she hiccoughed.
'He said… that you didn't really love me… that you're a liar. It's not true is it Jack?' Silence. Anya sniffled her eyes widening a bit when he did not answer. She eased away from him a bit, although he had not released her, nor she him. She looked him in the eye and he was frowning slightly…guiltily? 'Is it Jack?' she said shaking slightly, not ready to believe that he had in fact lied to her. Jack gulped and bit his lip. Still no words.
Anya broke from his embrace looking at him with eyes filled with betrayl.
'You…you lied to me?' she said, her voice hushed, anger boiling beneath her words. Jack steeled himself a second.
'Pirates don't love.' He said shaking his head, his trinketed hair jingling slightly. Anya's jaw clenched, teeth snug together.
'You lied.' She said. 'You bastard, you lied to me!' she screamed. Jack waved for her to lower her voice.
'No need to be so touchy love. Don't throw a tantrum.' He said gruffly to her. She let out a bitter laugh, eyes wide a sarcastic smile on her lips.
'Why not?! WHY BLOODY NOT?! No, because not only did I let you sleep with me, but I actually… GOD!' she said closing her eyes, hands bawled into fists. 'I can't believe how stupid I've been.'
'Look love…'
'DON'T CALL ME THAT!' She screamed, eyes burning furiously. 'Don't EVER call me that! My name is Miss Martin!' she said icily, glaring daggers at him.
'Don't be that way, pet.' He said, beginning to become irritated with the way she was acting. All women he'd ever been with had never done this. They never expected anything from him but a good shag… he thought that was what this would be too, but now he supposed that was stupid, lust filled thinking that only he could had thought rational.
'You're lying.' She said her eyes narrowing. 'You're just scarred, frightened of what you're feeling, afraid that this is more than just a shag with a girl on a dangerous island. You're a coward.'
'I am not afraid of anything.' He ground out. She'd certainly touched a nerve when she'd called him a coward. This was becoming too much, she was taking this too far, 'and I am not lying!'
'But you said-'
'Making love is not the same as being IN love.'
'What are you talking about?!? Look Jack, normally you can fool people, but I know you certainly weren't acting last night! I was there!' Anya shouted, tears welling in her eyes like great green pools.
'You're a silly little child, you don't know what love is!!' Jack growled at her. Anya's eyes became suddenly flame filled and Jack felt a burning slap cross his left cheek. Silence passed, each glaring at each other.
'What do you know about love?' Anya spat, her voice almost breaking. 'You're just a greedy, shifty pirate! I can't BELIEVE I ever thought that I loved you!' With that she stormed off. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care. Maybe if Gordon did kill her, she wouldn't care so much. Who did she have left in the world anyway?
She pushed back the sheet and hurriedly began collecting her scattered clothing, putting on her white dress, and pulling her hair up. But her ribbon was gone. She began looking around the room, looking for anything she could find to tie up her hair.
Her eyes fell upon the sheet hanging over what she supposed was a painting. She walked to it, taking hold of the fabric and ripping off a strand. But as she did so, the sheet was pulled from it perch, and Anya gasped at the figure staring back at her.
It was a man, of at least forty years. Curled black locks fell to his shoulders, which were dressed richly in a coat of red and gold. But his eyes, his eyes pierced Anya's very soul. Those very same green eyes she'd been told she possessed.
'Remarkable isn't he.' Anya whipped around, her blonde curls forgotten. Gordon smirked at her surprise. 'Fearsome… they said he could kill with just a look. He never loved anyone or anything…miracle you ever came about being in his line…' He stepped farther into the room, and Anya shied away from him, feeling like he was invading her space.
'He must've loved someone…' Anya said backing into the wall and Gordon inspected the painting. Gordon smirked and shook his head, turning to face her, and Anya looked away as if she'd shamed herself somehow.
'Pirates do not love… its part of who we are m'dear. We cannot love.' He said the last part with a sneer, as if he knew this was like stabbing her repeatedly. Anya shook her head and took a step forward.
'No. You're wrong.' She spat. 'He can love.' Suddenly she halted, knowing she'd said too much. Gordon's eyes lit up and a knowing smile tugged at his mouth, as though he'd caught the culprit.
'Ahhh… so you think Sparrow loves you… how touching.' He said deadpan, as he crossed to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a flask and gulping the contents down. Anya smiled a bit at hearing someone else say Sparrow loved, was capable of love. 'But before you say anything more to make me vomit, you should know that he is a pirate.' He threw the flask back in the drawer and shoved it closed. Anya blinked and smiled incredulously.
'I know.' She said shaking her head.
'So he cannot love.' Gordon said wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Anya frowned and was about to speak when Gordon waved her to stop. 'He is a thief, a con artist, a pillager, and a liar.' The last word was emphasized. Anya said nothing but remained quiet, mouth parted slightly, throat constricting, eyes darkening with fear. What if it was true? What if Jack had lied?
'No.' she said trying to reassure herself. 'No.' she repeated. Gordon smiled an evil smile, tilting his head back, giving her the once over, then rubbing his chin with his hand.
'You are much too beautiful for a scoundrel like Sparrow, always using that silvery tongue to get what he wants.' Anya looked up at this, and Gordon's eyebrows raised and he nodded. 'Oh yes my dear, you are as much a conquest as this treasure will be for him. You're nothing more than the prize of the month.' Anya's eyes dropped down to the floor again.
'But he said… he said…' she couldn't bring herself to say it, and Gordon dove at the opportunity, taking her chin in his well manicured hand and raising it to look at him.
'If he loved you my dear, than why is it that when I said I would have you strangled after I found the treasure, that he did not protest? Hmmmm?' Gordon said silkily. Anya shook her head, backing from him, toward the door.
'Jack.' She said under her breath, running out the door, Gordon right behind her. He stopped and grinned maliciously after her.
'HE'LL NEVER LOVE YOU LASS! ALL HE LOVES IS THE GOLD!' he yelled after her as she raced along the shore, trying desperately to get away from the horrid captain and his scathing words. As she made her way farther down the beach, she turned her head back to be sure he wasn't chasing her, when she collided with someone, falling back onto her side with a loud 'oomph!'
'Oy, steady on love.' She opened her eyes, looking up into a pair of dark, kolh lined ones. She did not speak merely heaved herself up and into his arms, burying her face into the collar of his tunic. Jack was taken aback, looking about strangely, delicately putting his arms around her.
'Oh Jack! Gordon! He said…' she choked at the thought of what he said. A huge sob escaped her and Jack frowned, placing his head on hers, cradling her somewhat.
'What pet? What did Gordon say?' he cooed, looking down at the sand as she hiccoughed.
'He said… that you didn't really love me… that you're a liar. It's not true is it Jack?' Silence. Anya sniffled her eyes widening a bit when he did not answer. She eased away from him a bit, although he had not released her, nor she him. She looked him in the eye and he was frowning slightly…guiltily? 'Is it Jack?' she said shaking slightly, not ready to believe that he had in fact lied to her. Jack gulped and bit his lip. Still no words.
Anya broke from his embrace looking at him with eyes filled with betrayl.
'You…you lied to me?' she said, her voice hushed, anger boiling beneath her words. Jack steeled himself a second.
'Pirates don't love.' He said shaking his head, his trinketed hair jingling slightly. Anya's jaw clenched, teeth snug together.
'You lied.' She said. 'You bastard, you lied to me!' she screamed. Jack waved for her to lower her voice.
'No need to be so touchy love. Don't throw a tantrum.' He said gruffly to her. She let out a bitter laugh, eyes wide a sarcastic smile on her lips.
'Why not?! WHY BLOODY NOT?! No, because not only did I let you sleep with me, but I actually… GOD!' she said closing her eyes, hands bawled into fists. 'I can't believe how stupid I've been.'
'Look love…'
'DON'T CALL ME THAT!' She screamed, eyes burning furiously. 'Don't EVER call me that! My name is Miss Martin!' she said icily, glaring daggers at him.
'Don't be that way, pet.' He said, beginning to become irritated with the way she was acting. All women he'd ever been with had never done this. They never expected anything from him but a good shag… he thought that was what this would be too, but now he supposed that was stupid, lust filled thinking that only he could had thought rational.
'You're lying.' She said her eyes narrowing. 'You're just scarred, frightened of what you're feeling, afraid that this is more than just a shag with a girl on a dangerous island. You're a coward.'
'I am not afraid of anything.' He ground out. She'd certainly touched a nerve when she'd called him a coward. This was becoming too much, she was taking this too far, 'and I am not lying!'
'But you said-'
'Making love is not the same as being IN love.'
'What are you talking about?!? Look Jack, normally you can fool people, but I know you certainly weren't acting last night! I was there!' Anya shouted, tears welling in her eyes like great green pools.
'You're a silly little child, you don't know what love is!!' Jack growled at her. Anya's eyes became suddenly flame filled and Jack felt a burning slap cross his left cheek. Silence passed, each glaring at each other.
'What do you know about love?' Anya spat, her voice almost breaking. 'You're just a greedy, shifty pirate! I can't BELIEVE I ever thought that I loved you!' With that she stormed off. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care. Maybe if Gordon did kill her, she wouldn't care so much. Who did she have left in the world anyway?