Tara stared at the letter. So that was the story behind Anamaria and Jack's 'friendship'... but it didn't explain why Anamaria became a pirate and joined Sparrow again. Had she forgiven him? It didn't seem like it, it seemed more like she was following him about.
Still, at least it proved that Jack Sparrow was somewhere near human... he had feelings and consideration.
The thing which most surprised her was the French... she didn't know too much, but it looked fairly accurate to her. She roughly translated the first bit into something to do with loving forever if fate would have allowed it. The bottom bit made her smile... 'its captain Jack Sparrow'. Maybe that was the way he always finished his letters. She still could believe that Jack Sparrow knew French... she had assumed that because he was a pirate he was stupid.
Tara picked up the other sheet of paper; it was thicker, paler and newer. She unfolded it, and saw that Anamaria had written a few sentences on it.

Dear Jack

I was heartbroken when you left me in Tortuga many years ago. I was determined to find you again, so I became a pirate and waited. You came once, and stole my boat, but you didn't see me. Then you came again, and took me on board. I still lov

It was dated the day Tara had been kidnapped. Anamaria obviously hadn't finished writing it, but Tara felt like crying when she saw it. Tara thought that she was falling for Jack, but she could never have anything with him if Anamaria still loved him.
Unexpectedly, the door opened. Tara looked guiltily up, praying it wasn't Anamaria.
It wasn't.
It was Jack Sparrow.
"Who appointed you ship detective?" he asked, closing the door.
Tara could think of nothing to say. She couldn't scream for Anamaria, because if Anamaria came in she would see that Tara had been going through her things. Sparrow had Tara right where he wanted her- helpless.
"So now ye know," said Sparrow, looking at his golden sparrow.
"You didn't tell me you left her," said Tara.
"That's because it was none of yer business," said Sparrow. "But how do ye know that?"
"Your letter, of course."
He raised his eyebrows. "She kept that? Women..."
Tara realised that Sparrow probably didn't know of Anamaria's feelings for him, so she stepped tactfully in front of Ana's letter.
"What she did to me really hurt," said Sparrow, rubbing his head where Ana had hit him.
"Seems to me you hurt her a lot more when you left her in Tortuga."
"Listen, she forgave me for that; I think ye need to," said Sparrow.
Tara's lips twitched with the longing to tell him the truth, but she couldn't betray her friend. Friend? She had never thought of Ana like that before.
Sparrow took a step closer.
"Anyway, why were ye going through her things?"
"I was... looking for a bandana for me head," she said, amazed at how much like a pirate she sounded there.
Sparrow grinned. "Yer a hopeless liar, savvy?"
"I-I've been meaning to ask you," said Tara. "What were you doing this morning when I woke up?"
His chocolate eyes darted around. "I came to offer you some new clothes. Seems Ana did that for me now."
"Why were you on top of me?" asked Tara fretfully.
He raised his eyebrows. "I thought ye were dead," he said, laughing in a very fake way. "Don't ye go getting the wrong idea, savvy?"
"Savvy, Jack Sparrow."
"Hey, what be that?" asked Jack, spotting the letter behind Tara and not noticing her not calling him 'captain'.
"Nothing," said Tara, but Sparrow had already picked it up.
He read it quickly. "Wow," he muttered.
Then he raised his eyes to Tara's. "Ye should have left her things alone, girl."
He looked strange, almost sad. He sighed and walked out, leaving a shocked Tara to clear up.