Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

“Aye, Captain Teague. I’ll not leave him alone with de Rapièr.”
Mortensen paused, then asked, with forced casualness. “Um, by the
way, sir, do you know where Jacky might be? I sent men out, but we
haven’t been able to locate him.”
“He’s usually in The Drunken Lady,” Teague said, dismissively.
“Drinking.”
“Aye, Captain Teague. We tried there. Captain Barbossa said he
had been there, but he’d left.”
“Try the brothels,” Teague said. “He’s probably tumbling some
trollop.”
Standing there, his hand touching Esmeralda’s warm, fragrant
skin, Jack was embarrassed, even as he had to fight a hysterical urge
to burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of the moment. He felt
Esmeralda’s body shake, and for a moment he thought she was
weeping, but then he realized she, too, was fighting not to laugh.
“Aye, Captain,” Mortensen was saying.
The bunk creaked, then booted feet hit the deck. Jack heard the
faint thrum of guitar strings as the Keeper hung the guitar back on the
wall. “I’ll walk back with you,” Teague said. “Captain Villaneuva was
hosting a game of Hazard tonight, aboard his vessel. Jacky boy might
be there. I’ll check.”
Two pairs of booted feet crossed the deck. The narrow crack of
light marking the edge of the door shifted, then went out, as Teague
took the lantern with him. The cabin door shut. Jack heard the lock
click.
Neither he nor Esmeralda moved. Jack counted in his head.
When he reached two minutes, he let out a sigh and relaxed slightly.
“How long should we wait to make sure he’s not going to come
back?” Esmeralda whispered.
Jack was still mentally counting. He figured four minutes, to be
sure Teague was really gone. “Another minute or two more, love,” he
replied, softly. “Just wait.…”
She stirred against him. “Jack, I can’t wait. I want…”
“Be patient, love.” Gritting his teeth, Jack forced himself to keep
counting.
Four minutes.