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Faith
Chapter ThreeAmber led Jack to a room at the far end of the house, and pushed him inside.
"You're very quiet tonight, luv" he remarked, as she closed the door and stood in front of it. "Are you angry with me then?"
"Do sit down, Jack" she suggested, smiling at him "or at least stand closer to me"
"Now that I can live with"
Jack walked towards her, tossing his hat and coat over a chair on the way, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"Miss me, darling?"
"Always, scoundrel that you are. So tell me "she continued, fiddling with the beads in Jack's hair "what brings you to Tortuga?"
"An opportunity came my way, Bill Turners boy chasing after a lass-pretty lass too, Barbossa's got her you see"
"Yes, I do see- you're going after him"
"Don't say it like that, darling, I've lived through worse than Barbossa after all"
"You've the scars to prove it too," she whispered sadly
"No regrets, darling"
Jack reprimanded her quietly, he knew the pattern of their reunions by now, and she would be angry and sad in turn, but only for a little while.
"No regrets about you" she echoed, amending the statement slightly, and then her tone turned slightly more businesslike
"How's that arm?"
"Healed up fine, love, thanks to you"
"Here let me see" she lifted his shirtsleeve, and traced her finger over the scar.
"How's your movement?"
"I can handle a pistol as well as before, and m' sword arm's not been affected"
"All the important things then" she teased, Jack brushed his hand through her hair.
"Almost all of them, I missed you"
"Surely not?" she exclaimed in mock astonishment, Jack lifted his right hand.
"Still got it"
"The ring"
"That too"
"Jack, I..."
"I'm going after my ship, darling, lets not waste time trying to me out of it, hmm?"
"Alright" she agreed, with a sigh and a smile.
"Besides there are much better ways to spend the evening"