Jack walked down the streets, taking another swig of his rum. The streets were nearly empty...

His dark brown eyes darted to a man that was sleeping against a building. A bottle of rum was in his dirty hand. Jack stopped and walked toward to him. He smelled like he'd been drinking quite a lot, and he smelled like something else... Jack couldn't figure out what though. "Hey." Jack said to him, his eyebrow raised, "Mate!" He said a bit louder, but the man slept on.

A chuckle came from Jack's lips that were curling into a smirk. He put the bottle of rum in his left hand and with his right, Jack reached out a hand into the vest that the man had on.

Suddenly a loud snore escaped the man, and Jack jumped back in an instant. It was only a snore. With a shrug, Jack took a few steps closer and reached a rough hand into the pocket of the vest. When he pulled his hand back, there was a worn out leather pouch in it. He emptied it into his hand. Seven shillings... Not too bad. Jack dropped the pouch onto the man's large stomach and continued on his search for Camille.

The thought of her made its way into his mind and Jack smiled to himself. He loved her very much, as any father would love their daughter. It was just hard at times for Jack to say it to her. Sometimes it'd scare him of how much he cared for her. He'd do anything for her. Anything at all. Jack would step in front of her in a time of danger, or when there were young men eyeing Camille.

Yes, it scared him at times of how much he loved her, and it also scared him that he could lose her. He could lose her to some young man that doesn't at all deserve her. Some young man could steal her away from him and treat her poorly. Treat her as if she was a dog. To Jack, no man was worthy enough for his Camille.

But, he had also taught Camille to fight when ever she needs it, to stand up for herself... This caused her to spend a day in jail. But Jack was proud of her and he helped break her out. Jack couldn't remember of which town that was in. Maybe someplace in Spain?

Jack smiled again at these memories. Stuffing his hands into his jacket, he continued on with his search. Every so often he'd spot to ask the few that were out if they had seen a girl about yay high, with brown hair in a red dress. They'd shake their heads or point out where they had saw her walking.

Jack saw a drunk and anger looking man pass him. "You!" The man stopped and turned around, pointing to himself with a questioning look on his face. Jack looked around, he was the only one in view. "Aye.. Have you seen a girl about this height?" Jack raised his hand parallel to his nose, "With brown hair and a fancy red dress?"

"Yeah... She was with some guy in the navy or something like that. Think they went someplace..."

"Someplace?"

"A bar of some sort... They went that way, I think." He pointed down the road. "That girl was a pretty... One of the prettiest wenches, she wouldn't come with me though."

Jack scowled, putting his hand to the handle of his sword, "Wench?" He repeated.

"That's what I said isn't it? Or are you deaf?" After a brief paused he shook his head, "Just wanted to have a good time with her... A good size she was, pretty green eyes, nice clean brown hair, such soft looking skin. Just wanted her out of the dress. Do you know what I mean?" He asked with a grin on his face.

Jack continued to glare at him silently, he opened his mouth but no words would come out.

"I think I'll try to find the girl tomorrow. No one says 'No' to-" He was cut short, Jack's fist had punched him in his jaw.

Instantly he whipped out his sword, and pushed the man against a wall, holding the sword to his neck. "Don't ye talk about Camille like that... Not to me, and not to anyone..." Jack told him in a low voice, the scowl still on his face. He pressed the blade of the sword harder against his skin. "Never. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." The man said in a small tone.

"And if I see ye around her, or just hear that you are... even if it's a lie, I'll be coming after ye..."

Jack pushed the man away, "GO!"

He watched the man go, then letting out a breath he had been holding in for a few moments, Jack continued to walk, but quicker.

Xw Back to across town... wX

Camille walked out of the bar with Thomas who had a bit of a red face from all of the dancing. He was holding his jacket and hat in one arm, not caring that his jacket was wrinkled and that his hat was a bit crushed.

Thomas grinned at Camille, "Well... Thank-you."

"For what?"

"A good time..." He said looking down to her with a charming smile.

Camille smiled back, "Your welcome..."

Thomas fiddled with his hat then looked at her again , "I know we just meet earlier today... But... I was wondering... I- I mean if you say no, I fully understand. I will, Camille...B-but I was just wondering if I could... If I could k-kiss you?" He shyly asked her. Thomas bit his bottom lip, quickly looking down to his boots.

She let out a small giggle then pointed to her cheek, "I suppose you could, just a small one though, Thomas."

He grinned looking up at her, "Of course...Of course." Thomas leaned down to kiss her cheek, but Camille turned her head, his lips softly against hers.

"Too bold of me?" Camille asked with a smile.

Thomas didn't answer, but he smiled back and softly kissed her again.

Camille closed her eyes, putting a hand on his arm, but he was suddenly jerked away from her.

Quickly she opened her eyes and saw that Thomas was on the ground. Jack was standing over him. His brown eyes looked away from Thomas to Camille who stood there, too shocked and surprised to do anything. "We need to go, Camille." He said in a firm voice, starting to walk up the street.

Camille looked down to Thomas as she passed him, she gave a light smile and he quickly returned it.