Anamaria refused to be on the deck as The Pearl left Lyon's docks. She couldn't understand how Jack could go from being so obviously in love to so hate filled. There was also no way she could believe that Cordelia was lying to Jack. She shared a room with the girl, saw how upset she was when Jack was afraid to let her in…and she was always scribbling in some book.
Tha's it. The book, it was a journal. It has t' be 'ere an' she 'ad t' write about Jack in it. Anamaria began to search the cabin and found the journal under Cordelia's mattress. She leafed through the pages – all the truth that Jack needed was there. She left her cabin and made her way to the tiller.
"Here!" she said, thrusting the book against Jack's chest.
"Wha's this?" Jack asked.
"Jus' go read the bloody thing, Jack."
"Not 'till ye tell me wha' it is, Ana."
Anamaria pushed Jack away from the tiller and said only one word. "Important."
Not feeling up to sailing anyway, Jack returned to his cabin. He wasn't stupid, he knew what the book was, but he didn't feel like fighting Anamaria about the subject anymore. He placed the book on the desk in his cabin, then sat on the bed. He tried to occupy his mind, but his eyes kept falling back on the journal.
Jack sighed heavily. "Well, may as well see wha' she was up to…things can' get any worse." Jack opened the journal and saw the note that Elizabeth left for Cordelia. "Least I know where this…came from." Jack's first realization: Cordelia didn't have this with her from the beginning. However, upon reading the first entry, he worried at the words, "I am now determined to find out just who Jack Sparrow is." Despite the fact that Collin was mentioned, as well as an attraction to Jack, he couldn't help thinking that Cordelia was trying to cover up another motive.
He leafed through a few more entries, skimming them, until he fell upon one that he read in its entirety.
Jack's asleep in his cabin right now, but I had to sneak away before the afterglow begins to fade. It took heartache and tears, but he let me in, he let me love him.
"Let 'er in, huh?" Jack said to himself. "I was right." He continued to read.
I was never more nervous in my life. I was so scared of him laughing at my virginity, or of there being so much pain that I wouldn't be able to go through with it…but Jack…he didn't laugh at me, and he made sure not to hurt me. He told me that it was a night of firsts for both of us.
"Oh Christ…"
I am in love with Captain Jack Sparrow – and the mere thought of that scares me to death.
Tears came to Jack's eyes, but so did a slight smile. "She remembered 'Captain.'"
I think I've found my place in life at Jack's side. I can only hope that he'll let me stay there. I'm not quite sure what I would do without him…
"Oh, God…what 'ave I done?" Jack shut the book and rushed back out onto the deck. "Ana! We 'ave t' go back!"
Anamaria smiled faintly. "We've already turned around, Jack."
Jack approached the tiller. "What if they killed 'er, Ana? If she's dead, it's me own fault, an'…" Jack immediately felt sick at the thought and ran to the rail of the ship. He threw up over the side.
"We'll get 'er back, Jack," Anamaria said soothingly. "I hope ye plan on doin' a lot o' grovelin' t' 'er."
"No, Ana, she deserves someone who'll believe 'er when she's tellin' the truth. We get 'er back an' take 'er to Port Royal."
"But, Jack, she loves you…"
"Aye."
"…and you love her."
"Aye, an' tha's why we 'ave t' ake 'er back. I don' deserve t' 'ave 'er love."
Anamaria smacked Jack on the back of the head. "Don' be daft, Jack, she won' jus' let ye go no matter wha' 'appened in 'ere. Tha's not 'ow women work!"
Jack's voice sorrowful. "I'll make 'er go back, Ana, I 'ave to."
