Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
A Secret
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Jack was at the helm of The Black Pearl when
Lyon came back into view. Anamaria
stood beside him, a very worried expression on her face.
Jack,” she said softly. “It’s like she
was meant t’ be ‘ere.”
Jack’s response was soft. “Well, tha’s done now, she can’ stay on the ship.”
“I can’ wait t’ see ye try an’ tell ‘er
tha’.”
“About tha’, Ana, there are a few things we ‘ave t’
discuss before we dock.” Jack’s face
bore an expression that she’d never seen before. She’d seen him happy, angry, drunk, indifferent…and what she had
seen when she found him in his cabin earlier, but nothing like this.
moment, and without warning. His eyes
met hers, and they were pleading with her as he spoke.
an’ I don’ want any arguments.”
Anamaria’s worry increased.
“Ana, please,” Jack begged.
“All right,” she reluctantly sighed.
“When we reach shore, I’m goin’ t’ find out where
Ahriman took Cordelia, then I need ye to take a few o’ the crew an’ go get
her.”
“Isn’ bein’ ‘er hero yer job?
“No,” Jack said sternly, interrupting her.
really is a Barbossa, an’ if ‘e sees me with ‘er…I’m willin’ t’ bet ‘e’d rather
see ‘er dead than with me – I can’ risk tha’.”
Anamaria understood Jack’s point.
“Ye get on The Pearl an’ take ‘er t’ Port
Royal an’ ye make sure tha’ she gets t’ Will an’ Elizabeth.”
paper; she tried to open it, but Jack stopped her. “Eunuchs only,” he said with a shadow of a smile.
“Jack, why do I ‘ave the feelin’ tha’ yer not goin’
back with us?” she asked softly.
“Tha’ would be due t’ the fact tha’ I’m not,” Jack
replied, his voice solemn.
Anamaria’s eyes were wide in disbelief.
‘Ave ye gone crazy, Jack? Yer
not makin’ a bit o’ sense! Ye love
‘er!”
“Aye, an’ I can’ forgive meself for lettin’ tha’
bastard take ‘er…besides, I bet I’m the last person she wants t’ see.”
Anamaria was getting angry.
she’s askin’ fer ye, Jack?”
Jack turned away.
“Ye tell ‘er I’m dead.”
“I wha’?”
The female pirate leaned against the rail of the ship.
got t’ yer brain!”
“S’not the rum, Ana!” he yelled.
tears. “It’s me.
an’ much as I love ‘er, I couldn’ trust ‘er – an’ now she ‘as more than enough
reason not t’ trust me. She’s better
off without me, an’…I’m better off on me own.
I can’ hurt anyone when I’m alone.
Pirates aren’ s’posed t’ love anythin’ but their ship and treasure…an’
pirates…pirates can’ be loved.”
Ignoring the last of his comments, Anamaria said,
“She’s a bright lass, Jack, wha’ if she doesn’ believe me?”
Jack slowly removed his bandana from his head.
Anamaria. “Give ‘er this.”
She gently took the item of clothing that never
seemed to leave Jack’s body under any circumstance. “She’s gonna ask what ‘appened t’ ye.”
“An’ tha’s when ye tell ‘er tha’ I fought with
Ahriman – an’ we both lost.”
“Wha’?”
“Oh, I forgot t’ mention tha’ I’m killin’ ‘im, did
I?”
“Ye are?”
“Aye. Look,
take the ship an’ crew t’ Tortuga after ye take Cordy t’ Port
Royal. I’ll meet ye there by the end o’
the week.”
“How?”
Anamaria was growing tired of her one and two word questions.
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“I ‘ave me ways,” he replied.
said was tha’ I love ‘er.”
“Why not skip the dramatics an’ tell ‘er yerself, ye
coward?”
“This is better for ‘er – jus’ do wha’ I asked,
Ana!” With that, Jack began to shout
out orders for docking in Lyon.
Anamaria went to tell Gibbs and a few others about
what they were to do once they hit land.
She’s gonna wan’ you, Jack, not us.
Ye better hope I keep yer bloody secret.