Jack is a poor hunter, but easily hunted. He can't find her for the life of him, but he makes too much noise not to be easily found. He doesn't even hear her coming until she's fairly near by. Years of cannon and musket fire has taken his hearing down a notch or two. He spins too late to save himself if she had been some malicious force.
"Anaba! There you are." He smiles for a moment, until he sees she doesn't have his compass. "Where's the compass? ... Anaba?" He makes the size and shape with his hand, searching her shape frantically. "Where? Anaba! It is important!"