Anaba's preference for being on top is fine with Jack. He likes it that way as well. With her superior stamina, it saves him becoming embarrassingly exhausted. He moans and arches as she rides him, running hands over her firm body and caressing her breasts.
He likes watching her orgasm and when she moves over his mouth, he begins working diligently to bring her to climax again. Not many men do this for women anywhere Jack has been. It's made him quite popular in many brothels. It also ends a lot of complaints over his mustache, though his beard is still seen as superfluous.
Once Jack orgasms, with a barely stifled cry, he lays beside her with an arm over her warm and glistening frame. He knows she's going to leave soon enough and lets her go when she wants. He check his compass as he waits for her return. He's not sure how far North he'll need to travel, but it's close. He can feel it. The needle moves so fast and sure.
He would much rather follow directly where his compass leads as they move through the woods. However, he trusts Anaba's knowledge of the territory and begrudgingly makes his way over the rough coquina. He sneers as he sees the soldiers so close to the tribal camp.
"Spanish bastards..."
Jack considers trying to lead them away, but there's little that deters the Spanish from their intended conquest. It was a Spaniard who last set out on Jack's current quest, after all. He lowers his head and tries to see if he can make out anything being said in the camp below.