Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

experiencing the same problem.
He reached out both hands, and she put hers into them. Jack
leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Fare you well, love,” he
whispered. “I’ll miss you.”
“And I you, Jack,” she whispered in return. “You will be in my
prayers every day.”
Then she stepped back. Jack let her slender, dark fingers slide
through his. One last touch…
The princess climbed over the side and started down the ladder.
When she neared the boat, Tarek reached up and lifted her down,
depositing her on the seat.
She looked up, but did not wave, as the sailors rowed away.
For a moment Jack considered going to his cabin and getting his
spyglass so he could watch them go, but one glance at his cluttered
deck convinced him that by the time he picked his way over there, and
then back, the Heka would be on her way.
So he simply stood there, both hands on the rail, watching as the
little boat sped across the water. It didn’t take long for it to reach the
yacht. One by one, the passengers transferred from the boat to the
yacht, and then the sailors, too, climbed aboard. Heka raised sail, and
the oarsmen plied their oars. Towing both boats behind it, the royal
yacht headed toward the fogbank.
Jack could see one figure waving. Chamba. He waved back.
Heka glided toward the fogbank, and then she was gone.
Jack sighed. That’s that, then…
He wanted nothing more than to pick his way across the deck to
his cabin and have a drink, but there were things he had to do. The
stage had to be set for the crew’s awakening.
Hoisting up the bag sent by the pharaoh, he headed back to the
bow, which was the only place with enough room to put the sack,
unless he did more rearranging of sleeping bodies.
Putting down the sack, Jack spread the contents out with his
hands. Even running his fingers over that that much gold and silver
didn’t cheer him.
Jack shrugged. Any man would be a bit spooked, he told himself,
out here all by his lonesome, with bodies sprawled all over his deck.