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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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After a few hours passed by, the two were rightfully smashed full of Rum. Roxanne had taken off her hat, coat and her belt, because it had been itching her terribly, god only knows why. Jack had his coat strewn over the side of the couch and was fingering the near empty bottle.
"I must 'and it to you luv, you can 'old your liquor with the best of 'em," Jack grinned sloppily, "But I must ask, is it yours, or me eyes that are bobbin' around in delicious rum righ' about now?"
Roxanne touched her face and grinned, "I know mine are, but I wouldn't put it past yours to be either."
Jack's eyes began wandering around the room, before he set his gaze settle on Roxanne's holster, "Now, what's a respectable lass like yourself, doin' with such a large pistol?"
She raised an eyebrow at Jack's comment; "A girl needs to be able to protect herself, now doesn't she?"
"You're not fixin' yourself to become a pirate now are you?" Jack slid his body closer to Roxanne, grinning wildly.
"Perhaps, if the opportunity arises. But it isn't a need. I'm quite happy here in Port Royale . . . but, I can't say that the water doesn't look terribly inviting. Maybe someday, I might find myself aboard a ship." Roxanne let her head fall back against the cushions, and she released a heavy sigh.
"Aye. I know what ye mean. The Black Pearl is freedom. I can't live unless I'm behind the helm. It's me life. It be a good life," Jack smiled softly, and let his hand trail over to her hair, curling a strand around his finger, "Oh, sorry, I f'got I nay have ye permission."
Jack pulled his hand away and grinned at her. Roxanne tilted her head slightly, "But, if you ask nicely, I just may give it to you."
Jack licked his lips and straighten up in his seat, "Roxanne luv, it would do me the greatest of pleasures, if you would allow me to be able to touch your blazin' hair."
Roxanne leaned into Jack, smiled ever so sweetly, and touched her lips to his ear, whispering softly, "No."
"Wha'?!" Jack yelped.
"I said maybe." Roxanne grinned and snatched the rum from Jack's hand, dripping the last drops down her throat.
Jack pouted at the loss of his rum, but then smiled, "At least I got ye to touch me skin with ye delicious lips luv."
Roxanne opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to find the right words. Instead, she decided on a small scowl.
"Oh? Ye sad the rum's gone too?" Jack trailed his arm over the back of the couch.
"Terribly." Roxanne spit out, with the heaviest of sarcasm.
"Now, no need of ye to get yer pretty lips twisted up like that. I can think of far better way to use 'em." Jack snaked one arm around her waist, and let the other one stroke her neck.
*What, in god's name, does he think he's doing?!*
Roxanne pushed off from Jack and stood up a bit shakily, and pointed an accusing finger at him, "Now see here Sparrow! Just because I've had a few drinks with you tonight, doesn't give you the right to take advantage of my condition!"
"Oh I wouldn't dream of it luv," Jack smiled and stood as well, and grabbed a hold of her wrist, lowering it down to her side, then stroking his thumb over her jaw line, "Now, if it were mutual, that'd be another story."
Her eyes widened at his words. She lifted her hand and gave him a right slap across the face. Jack's head twisted back.
"I'm not sure I deserved that." He rubbed the side of his face.
"Well think again Sparrow!" Roxanne hurled her palm towards his face again.
This time, however, Jack had been expecting it. He grabbed her wrist tightly in his right hand, "Cont'ry to what stories Will may have told ye, I do not enjoy 'avin bloody red marks on me face! Savvy?"
"So now you're lumping me in with the tawdry whores you've had in Tortuga?! I won't stand here and let you insult me like this any further!" Roxanne pulled her arm free and flung the front door open, only to horribly startle Will and Elizabeth.
"Sorry." Roxanne said harshly, stepping off, and striding down the street quickly.
The couple stepped, astonished, into the house, to see a fuming, and not to mention, horribly drunk, Jack Sparrow.
"What did you do to her?!" Elizabeth cried.
"I did nothin' to 'er! I swear!" Jack held his hands up in defense.
Will's eyes lit up in a fiery rage as he saw her clothes strewn over the room, and then seeing the empty bottle of rum. He felt his now empty pocket, "You bloody bastard! I don't know how you got the rum back, but if you got Roxanne drunk, and then bloody tried to have your way with her, I'll . . . I'll kill you!"
"Now 'old yer 'orses there Will! Roxanne there was the one who got the rum back, and she drank it of 'er own accord. 'An if yer accusin' me of tryin' to force me self on the lass . . ." Jack reached for his sword.
"Now stop it! Both of you!" Elizabeth cried.
Both men looked over at the shaken woman. Will strode back to her side.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" Will wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her shaking body.
"Roxanne . . . she's gone, you know what it's like on these streets at night. She'll be in a mess of trouble. We need to find her!" she cried, bringing her hand to the bridge of her nose, crying not to let tears flow.
Will held Elizabeth to him protectively, "Elizabeth, Roxanne will be fine, she has the cutlass I gave her, and I think I saw a glint of a pistol hiding in her sash, she knows how to handle herself."
Jack's eyes widened, and then darted over to her forgotten sash, the hilt gleaming in the light.
"Bloody 'ell!" Jack scrambled for his coat, and before Will or Elizabeth could object, he was out the front door.