Chapter 6 – A Lady on Board
Jack escorted Rebecca below deck and made her a bed to sleep in.
"You must be tired."
"And you must be drunk."
"I am quite inebriated, thank you. Care for some rum?"
"No thank you."
"Suit yourself. You're welcome to stay as long as you like."
Jack and Rebecca both sat on the bed and she got a good look at his face. He was rather good looking, but much older than she was. Out of boredom, she took Jack's flagon of rum and swilled it down. It tasted both bitter and sweet at the same time.
"You must be hungry. Please, eat to your heart's content," Jack said. Rebecca was starving. The last time she had eaten, she was in the ever-pleasurable company of Captain Remington. That was nearly 24 hours ago. She was hungry, thirsty, tired, and needed a home. Hopefully this was it. Jack offered her apples, peaches, mangoes, a roasted pheasant, chicken, duck, and a glass of claret.
"This wine is amazing!" she exclaimed. "In Portugal, we get our wines from France and Spain. None like this. This is delicious!" Rebecca gobbled it up until she felt miserable.
"I daresay you might need to exercise off most of that food you just devoured. Come, let's take a walk."
Jack and Rebecca walked a lap around the Black Pearl, taking in the fresh air and the beauty of the ocean surrounding the ship. Before long, Rebecca began to grow anxious. She was aboard the ship and had no encounter with Hector Barbossa yet.
"Rebecca, meet the crew. This is Mr. Turner, Mr. Pintel, Mr. Ragetti, and you met Mr. Gibbs earlier. And this… is First Mate Hector Barbossa." Rebecca's stomach turned. She looked just like him. He had to recognize her. Rebecca and Hector locked eyes. Jack noticed this was taking a bit longer than he had expected.
"You've met before?"
"Once or twice…" Hector said, still looking at Rebecca. He pulled her aside to speak to her in private. "What are you doing out here?"
"She died."
"The necklace. You're wearing it." Rebecca lightly touched the chain around her neck and pulled the charm out from under her blouse. Hector smiled. "Tell me, my dear… when did Aurelia tell you?"
"She didn't."