Anamaria had Cordelia placed in Jack's bed. Gibbs took the helm while Anamaria stayed in Jack's cabin; she was sitting at Jack's desk nervously waiting for Cordelia to stir. Within an hour of being at sea, Cordelia moaned softly, her body shifting. With an overwhelming feeling of guilt coursing though her, Anamaria walked over to the bed.
"Welcome back, Cordy," she said sweetly. "Ye've been out fer a while."
"What happened?" Cordelia asked, her voice hoarse.
Anamaria's voice shook as she spoke. "Ahrmian get a bit rough with ye, but yer safe now, lass, back on The Pearl, an' we're takin' ye home."
"Home?" Cordelia asked, trying to sit up. "Ana, what do you…" She stopped speaking and frantically looked around the room. "Jack…Ana, where's Jack? He can't stand to look at me anymore, can he? I swear, I had no idea that my father…" Tears came to her eyes and she fought with herself to try and keep from sobbing.
Anamaria's heart wrenched, but she kept to Jack's plan. "Cordy, 'e realized wha' an arse 'e'd been an' knew tha' none o' tha' mattered. 'E took some 'o us an' went t' find ye, but 'e was convinced tha' ye'd be mad at 'im fer not trustin' ye."
"Mad? I'm not mad at him at all…if the situation were reversed, I'd probably react the same way. Barbossa was his en…" Cordelia waved her thoughts off. "It doesn't matter, Ana. Please, just go tell him that I…" She noticed a change in Anamaria's eyes. "What?" Anamaria was silent. "Ana, what's wrong?"
"I can' go get Jack, Cordy."
"Wh-why not?"
"'E didn' make it back with us."
Cordelia's voice sounded small, like a child's, as she responded, "Why?"
"'E found Ahriman after we found ye. 'E saw wha' Ahriman did t' ye an'…Cordy ye need t' know that when 'e saw ye, 'e told ye tha' he loved ye an'…"
"What happened to him?" Cordelia asked, her voice now emotionless.
Anamaria lowered her eyes. "Jack an' Ahriman fought. They killed each other."
"No," Cordelia said softly. "No, he's…he can't be…"
Anamaria nodded, biting her lower lip. "I wish I could tell ye different, Cordy." She watched as Cordelia's body began to tremble and she moved onto the bed. Cordelia collapsed into her arms, her body shaking with her sobs. I could kill ye, Jack Sparrow.
Cordelia's body seemed to shut down after an hour or so. She didn't speak and she hardly moved at all. Anamaria tried to help by tucking her into the bed. She knew that the young woman needed to rest – however, she didn't realize that Cordelia would be focused on how the bed smelled. Jack invaded her senses – his scent coated the sheets and blankets, a few stray hairs rested on the pillow – he was everywhere.
Anamaria spoke to her once again. "Cordy, I…I don' know 'ow t' go about givin' this t' ye." She placed Jack's bandana on the pillow next to Cordelia's face. "Ye need t' know 'ow much 'e loves ye, even now tha' he's…I'm not helpin', I'm sorry."
The only words that Cordelia said were, "I know he does, it's all right." She closed her eyes, hoping that Anamaria would think she fell asleep. It worked and the female pirate left the cabin. Cordelia looked around the cabin and felt like she was dying herself. Jack was the last thins she had expected to come into her life, but he did, and with such a force that she wasn't sure if she could ever go back to being who she was before meeting him. Being raised the way she was, she knew that her own death was not a possibility. If she committed suicide, there was no way that she would be reunited with her lover, for she refused to believe that Jack would be sent into any fiery depths…however, if a shark were to decide to jump aboard the ship and eat her, she wouldn't run in the opposite direction.
