Jack. I couldn't believe it. I didn't trust my eyes. „Jack!", I screamed. „Jack! You bloody bastard, where are you going to! Come back!" He didn't hear me, but it didn't hinder me to shout after him. "¡Maldito bastardo! ¡Cómo puedes salir! ¡Vuelve aquí!" No I was angry on him. Really angry. "Eres un endiablado, tonto, cobarde cabrón que no sabe que quiere y... ¡Te odio! ¡Vete al infierno!"
I cursed on him for maybe a half hour, had to see how the boat became smaller on it's way to the horizon. Jack's way to another place.
Then I burst into tears, ran away. Away from everything. Into the wood. I cried. Sat down next to a tree.
He left me. He truly left me. I didn't want to believe that this truly happened.
"How could you, Jack...", I whispered while the tears ran down my cheeks. Was it my fault? Should I be angry? Angry on me or on him?
I knew that he wouldn't come back. Of course he wouldn't come back, he was a bloody pirate! I knew him too well to know that he wouldn't. He ran away from his feelings. He was a pirate. If he even had some feelings for me. I had hoped that he would have. Now I doubted it.
I sat there for hours, didn't know how much time passed by. I perceived nothing. Neither the wind, nor my tears. I stared into void. Unable to think.
Sometime I took a deep breathe. I wouldn't stay in Tortuga for long, certainly not. I had to search a more or less respectable inn. Not for long. One night. Then I would disappear. No matter where. Away. Away from this place, away from memories. Just away.
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