Part Ten
Eight minutes had passed and Jack had yet to make his way back on board.
"Damnit!" She yelled throwing a few of his maps and books across the cabin. Here she was, Anamaria one the Spanish Main's most sought after pirates, locked in Jack Sparrow's quarters that Gibbs had the key to. She sat back down on his bed seeing no point in destroying the desk material anymore. Her knees shook as she imagined all kind of horrid things happening on that island. Jack's words still ringing in her ears:
"You do know I'll never let anything happen to you right? "
She inhaled sharply feeling her heartbeat race. He wouldn't let her get hurt, but how did he expect her to not do the same for him? A life without Jack was one she experienced growing up, and one she never wanted to face again. She couldn't, and didn't want him to die not for her, not now. More of what he said came back to her:
"Just give me ten minutes and then go. Just ten luv no more."
She bit her lip seeing as a whole ninth minute pass and yet there was no sounds coming from the island. She didn't think she could hold out any longer.
"BANG!" She jumped hitting her arm on the side of the bed. A gunshot and Jack was all alone, she thought. Sometimes she really hated him for the worry he put her through.
"Damnit Jack!" She said and grabbed her cutlass and pistol. The only way out of the room besides the locked door was the tiny window. She peered out of it noticing it was right above the sea on the side facing the island. The drop was more than a foot, but she had no choice. Opening the window and taking a deep breath, Anamaria wished for a quiet drop that Gibbs and the men wouldn't hear. Most of all, she wished Jack was ok. She closed her eyes and dropped below thinking of the image of her smiling captain...