Tara had been lying on Ana's bed for some time when Ana herself walked in.
"Sleepy?" asked Ana, opening her drawer where Tara had replaced everything neatly.
"A little bit," said Tara, watching Ana pull out her knife and slip it into her belt. "Why do you need that?"
"I'm goin' to see Jack, ain't I?" said Ana.
Ana left. Tara waited for a few seconds, then followed behind quietly. She went up onto the platform where the wheel was. Ana and Jack were sitting underneath.
"Had a good day?" asked Jack nervously.
"Yeah, fine, you?" asked Ana.
Tara paled with nervousness.
"It was interesting."
"Oh. Good."
Jack cleared his throat. "Tara Waller-"
"What were you doing on top of her this morning?" asked Ana, cutting across him.
"Clothes..." said Jack vaguely. "No, see, the point is-"
"I love watching the stars. Aren't they beautiful, Jack?"
Tara knew that Ana was trying for the old 'not as beautiful as you' comment.
"Yes, very," said Jack bluntly. "But, Ana-"
"Have you ever seen anything as beautiful?" persisted Ana.
"Ana, I know that you still love me."
"I..." Ana seemed speechless.
"That's why you're a pirate, isn't it?" asked Jack gently.
Tara heard sobbing.
"Oh, Jack," cried Ana.
Jack sounded sympathetic. "I'll drop you off at Tortuga when we get there. You don't have to pretend any more."
"Do-don't you want to be with me?" faltered Ana.
"No."
Tara crept away, back to Ana's cabin, where she lay on the bed. A few minutes later, Ana entered, sobbing. Tara felt startlingly responsible, and she stood up to hug Anamaria tightly. Neither of them spoke.