Jack's face noticeably fell. "I don't like talkin' about that," he stated. This time he was the one who shouted to the barmaid for more rum.
Anamaria wasn't sure whether she should continue or not, but she had to find out more about Jack's past. She had heard the tales of the Black Pearl under both captains; it was virtually impossible to live in the Caribbean and not hear them, but she was interested more in hearing Jack's side of the transition of power that had taken place roughly ten years ago.
"You must really despise Captain Barbossa," she decided to add.
"What exactly is your point Captain Saldana," Jack said sharply, cutting his words short.
Anamaria knew that she had irritated him when he called her captain. The word had come out bitingly harsh and she had to collect herself before speaking again.
"Alright Sparrow," she said, pausing a moment to finish her rum before she took what she might consider one of the greatest risks of her life. "Here's my point. Captain Barbossa and his rag tag crew of vagabond pirates are the sole reason my brother is no longer alive. If it is the last thing I ever do in life, I will see that that evil man gets what he deserves."
She hesitated for a moment, her expression such a mixture of sadness and anger that Jack was not sure if she would start crying next or burst into a fit of rage. He had not expected her to open up to him so early in their conversation or he never would have responded so harshly to her. He was also surprised to see there was a slightly vulnerable side to this brazen young woman.
"I thought you might be interested in seeing that happen as well," she continued. When Jack failed to respond immediately, Anamaria turned her previous statement into a question, "You would like to get revenge on Barbossa, wouldn't you?"
"Anamaria," Jack said, trying to figure out a way to clearly convey what he was thinking. "I do despise Barbossa and I agree that seeing him dead would make me very happy, but I'm not sure 'ow deeply I want to involve someone like yerself in that process."
"Jack," Anamaria said, her voice deeply serious now, "This man took my brother from me. Help me get even with him or let me help you, whichever way you prefer, it matters not to me; I only care that he ends up dead."
Jack considered her proposition carefully. After talking to her, he thought they might be able to work together as a team, but he preferred to work on his own. "I would allow you to 'elp me in my endeavors, but I'm afraid I 'ave no ship at the moment."
"I have a boat," Anamaria quickly chipped in. "It's small and I'm actually in the market for another as it were, but it would get us to a location where we could commandeer something better suited to our purpose. Once we've got a ship, I'll help you put together a crew and then we can go after Barbossa."
Jack's eyes studied her carefully from underneath his furrowed eyebrows. "It's not as easy as you make it out to be mate. What 'appens after Barbossa is dead? 'ow are we goin' to find 'im? Who says the crew will be interested in pursuin' our goal? I'm afraid there's quite a bit you 'aven't factored in jus' yet. You can't jump into somethin' like this, eh? You must wait for the opportune moment."
"By meeting you here, I feel the opportune moment is drawing nigh Sparrow. We have a better chance at Barbossa together than we ever did alone. Once he is dead, you can take the Pearl. I'll keep the ship we commandeer and we'll let the crew pick who they want to sail with. You go your way, I go mine, but we both end up accomplishing what we most want in life."
Jack nodded, letting a sigh escape from his lips. He couldn't believe he was actually considering her plan. Anamaria could see his pensiveness in his kohl rimmed eyes, but thought she was making some leeway with him and thus decided to continue.
"As far as finding Barbossa, who says he won't fall into our hands when the time comes. Things seem to be working out thus far…with us meeting and all."
Jack scoffed, finishing off another mug of rum. They had continued drinking heavily throughout their conversation and now he had lost count of how many he had drank. He asked the barmaid to bring him another, still feeling the need to dissolve his problems in the bitter tasting liquid. He rarely discussed plans this in depth with anyone, aside from Mr. Gibbs; however, Anamaria was really the one discussing, he attempted to rationalize, he was only listening in.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Tell me that you don't think this is a good idea for both of us, an opportunity to finally get what we want." She doubted he would disagree with her, but was going to give him a chance to get out just in case.
Jack gave her a tightlipped smile, squinting his eyes as he tilted his head to the side. "I suppose you already 'ave an idea for gettin' the crew to go along with this silly little plan as well."
"They'll be our crew, as long as we share the spoils from our pillages with them, they'll do whatever we damn well ask them to," she suggested, slamming her mug down hard on the table. "Besides, a chance to be on the crew of the Pearl? Who would turn that down?"
"Ahh, which leads us to another problem," Jack said, leaning forward. "Since we're both captains and I refuse to sail under anyone else's command again, you'll 'ave to agree to bein' the first mate." He was curious to see what her response to this announcement would be, knowing how bold she was.
"While I think I probably run a better ship than you…" she paused for effect, only to catch Jack rolling his eyes. "If those are your terms, then I agree to them."
The look Jack gave her failed to conceal his astonishment that she had conceded to his demand so easily.
"I will do anything to see Barbossa dead," she explained quietly.
"Very well then," Jack said. "We can leave in the mornin'."
"Why not tonight Jack, get a start on things."
"First, we still 'aven't gotten our plan completely mapped out yet. Second, I am not finished with my rum yet," he smiled crookedly.