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Romance

by Bug
February 17, 2004

"'Ello luv," Jack grinned as AnnaMaria approached him on the deck of the Pearl. "Bit late to be up, no?"

Luv. AnnaMaria had heard Jack Sparrow use that word while referring to a woman many times. In fact, he called almost of the the females he had ever met by that name. Yet sometimes AnnaMaria wondered if he meant it at all. How wonderful would it be if he would truly, seriously, call her "love"?

"You're up too, if you hadn't noticed," she returned. 'Luv,' her mind added silently. But it would probably never be.

It was ironic, though, that while she was so bold in almost all other aspects of her life that she could be so, well, shy in this matter. She just wanted to tell him how she felt, but the time never seemed right. And the time would probably never be right. Each day she would decide that tomorrow there would be chance. The opportune moment. But for now...

"I am? Now that's odd," Jack replied in his usualy cocky manner.

Maybe now was the perfect time--they were alone, they were talking-- but no, no, it wasn't.

"You're quiet tonight. Then again, some of the louder ones--they do things like burn me rum," Jack lowered his voice and leaned in towards AnnaMaria as if telling an important secret, "Never let anyone burn your rum, no matter what the reason, luv."

Luv. There it was again. "Burn your rum? Why on earth would I do that?" She sounded so normal, even to her own ears, that it was surprising.

"I'm glad you share my innermost feelings about rum. But what keeps you up so late?"

AnnaMaria didn't have an answer, or at least not one she wanted Jack to hear. 'I wanted to spend more time with you, even though you've got no idea I love you' just didn't seem right. "Oh, nothing."

"Well then. If you don't mind, I'm going to hop off to bed. I think my lady," he gestured wildly at the Black Pearl, "is in good hands."

"I think she is," Annamaria said.

"Bye then, luv."

Annamaria watched his retreating back as he walked away. Still waiting. For, as Jack might say, the opportune moment. She sighed, but it was too soft to be heard and was blown away by the salty wind. Maybe tomorrow...

The End

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