Jack slept beside Giselle for most of the night, but when dawn came he awoke and gathered his things, quietly leaving so as not to awaken her. Jack was not good at dealing with what he referred to as "the morning after effect" and he desperately tried to avoid it at all costs. It made him feel awkward and uneasy having to tiptoe around a woman's feelings when he knew that all he had wanted was a good time. It was better this way, never having to explain things.
Upon leaving Giselle's house, Jack decided to go back to the docks. His goal for today was to find out more about the little boat he had seen coming into Tortuga last night, and more specifically about the woman who had been sailing her.
So he spent his morning asking innocent questions and looking at different ships, not wanting to draw anyone's attention towards his specific inquiries about the little boat named the Jolly Mon. He offered the harbormaster five shillings and was rewarded with the girl's name, but the man refused, however, to give Jack any additional information about her, no matter how many shillings were presented.
When Giselle awoke the next morning, she was not surprised to find that Jack was gone. 'e always is, she reminded herself, rolling over and getting out of bed. She looked around the room for a note, but there was none to be found. She always looked for something, some sign that he had been there, but there was never anything, nothing but her memories of the heated passion they had shared together.
Giselle remembered the first time she had slept with him. She thought she had meant something to him and had been so hurt when she found that he was no longer beside her that next morning. Of course Jack had never given her a reason to think such a thing, never acted as if their relationship was anything other than purely physical, she had only wanted to believe it for herself. How young and stupid she had been, she pondered.
Now, she was used to Jack's coming and going. It didn't matter much to her if he left because she knew he would be back; he always was. Whenever he came to Tortuga, he visited her and while she knew she probably wasn't the only one, she had never found out any different from Jack or anyone else. She knew she was setting herself up for a fall, but she sometimes liked to think that she was his only girl.
As she dressed for work, she tried to push the thoughts of Jack out of her head. If only he wasn't so good in bed, she thought, he would be so much easier to forget. If only his touch wasn't so wonderful, his kisses so sweet. He knew how to be soft at times and demanding at others, mixing just the right amounts to take her over the edge time and time again. Stop Giselle! she reprimanded herself, realizing how flush her face had grown. She only wished she had asked him when she would see him again, but she already knew his answer, "When the time comes dear, when the time comes."
Jack left the docks early in the afternoon, slightly agitated that he had been unable to obtain or purchase any more information about the mysterious woman other than her name. He was looking for Gibbs when he happened to bump into him walking down the street.
"Gibbs," Jack said.
"Why Jack," Gibbs said, stopping to shake his friend's hand, "'aven't gotten yourself into trouble, 'ave ya?"
"Not yet," Jack grinned, the gold in his teeth flashing under the bright light of the sun. "I need to ask you somethin' though."
"Alright, what is it?" Gibbs asked.
"Not 'ere," Jack said, nodding for Gibbs to follow him. He turned and walked towards an alley where they could speak in private.
Gibbs trailed behind Jack, "Sure you're not in trouble?" he asked as Jack looked around to make sure that no one could overhear them.
"I know it may come as a surprise to you, but no, I'm not in trouble," Jack stated, "I wanted to ask you about a woman who sailed in last night."
"This is about a girl?" Gibbs asked, a little shocked that Jack would be so secretive regarding a woman.
"Listen to me, mate," Jack said, his voice growing louder and then dropping again to just above a whisper, "She sailed into Tortuga just last night on a little boat called the Jolly Mon. I found out today that 'er name is Anamaria, 'ave you ever 'eard of 'er before?"
"I believe the name does sound familiar, but I'm not sure Jack," Gibbs said, "What's this about?"
Jack dropped his voice even lower, "I need to find a way to Port Royal… and if I'm right, 'er little boat may be just the way for me to get there. Savvy?" Jack asked, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a small grin.
"Aaahhh," Gibbs said, raising his eyebrows, as he fully understood Jack's plan. "Did you get her last name?"
"No, the blasted man would not give it to me," Jack said.
"Hmmmm," Gibbs thought out loud, "I think I know someone who may be willing to share some information for the right price."
"Do ya now?" Jack said, interested, "Take me to 'im. I need to know all I can about 'er."