He knows his question must sound foolish, but he needs to know these things, and so few others will answer him fully. Jack knows Anaba will at least try. She's such a powerful girl. Jack is normally hesitant to take a woman's virginity, but Anaba was so completely fearless and so willing that it hardly seemed something to worry over.
Jack's stomach tightens as her warm hand slides down his skin. She's going to distract him fully from this discussion if he isn't careful. He smiles all the same and lets his hand on the small of her back slip down a bit to cup one firm cheek of her ass.
So white men are near by. Close enough to worry about. And the braves want to make the first strike. It makes sense that there would be discord over that. These aren't the type of people to make the first move. Still, it's better than waiting to be slaughtered, and they've clearly been hurt before.
Anaba's question is difficult to answer, and not just because of the language barrier. Jack thinks for a moment and brushes his fingers across her cheek. "Jack's father. White."
He keeps his eyes on her, so worried that this may scare her and --worse yet-- send her off to warn the tribe he's one of the devils that's been attacking them. He puts his hand to his chest then gestures out to the distance, towards the sea and the East. "From where whites from. Jack not monster. Not here to kill."
Jack looks back towards the tribe's village, then into Anaba's eyes. "Braves they should kill the whites. Kill whites before they come." He nods and makes a stabbing gesture to indicate his support when his words aren't really enough.