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Jack and Ann share another romantic moment. Jack's point of view.

The light flickered on in the dark room. Soon, it was visible to see a messy bed by the open window. Across from the bed was a desk with piles and columns of papers. In the other room, was a tiny kitchen with a stove and tables and chairs. The next room was the bathroom.

She gasped. "Jack...this is wonderful for a writer's workshop! Is this where you wrote all your plays?"

It was like watching a little girl walk into a toy shop. Ann was so energetic all of sudden.

As she flipped through my unfinished plays, I caught her hand fromopening my original copy of "Cry Havoc!".

"Oh...I'm sorry." She looked down.

"Are you the rock-bottom girl that I took out to dinner twenty minutes ago, or are you the most happiest, the most beautiful I've ever seen?" I held her hands tightly. I never wanted to let them go.

"Oh, Jack!", she blushed. "What do you think?"

I dragged her to my bed. "I think..."

I finished my answer to a kiss. As we seperated, I looked into her eyes. The stunning blue eyes seemed to renew my heart.

"Remember when you said, 'It isn't about the words' on the ship?" Ann murmured softly.

My heart twisted into a knot. "Yes?" I asked.

"Well...I gave a lot of thought to those words that night before we reached Skull Island, but I-" Ann said.

"Love you. I love you." I had put all my feelings into those three words.

"Jack...don't say that. Love is doomed. Good things never last-"

"But good things always come back."

Just as we got to another cozy kiss, the phone rang.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath.

I picked up the phone. Guess who was on the other line?

"Jack! Just the man I needed. Listen, Preston and I are taking the industry to Thailand for another epic-" Carl started blabbing on.

"You sure it isn't some kind of 'Bone River'?"

"God, Jack! Can't you trust me?"

"You're a movie producer."

"One that you can trust!"

"Sorry Carl. You've knocked me out at that last island..."

"5 grand! I give ya 5 grand!"

"No Carl. You don't make money in film." I hung up.

Ann walked over to me and rubbed my slouching shoulders. "Carl Denham?"

"Yes."

"You know, I think this place is the best place I've ever been to." Ann said, desperately changing the subject.

I grinned sheepishly. "Sure. Hey, check out this new play I've written."

I handed her a booklet. She took it and smiled. "'Words. A romantic comedy.' Cunning, Mr. Driscoll, as you have created so many other titles, you choose-"

"The one I hate and love the most. Ann, I love you. I will never let you down and leave you like Manny, and Ko-"

She ended me with a kiss. The rain started to pitter-patter on the roof.

She moved down to my neck. My body was tingling with the sensation.

I was lost. Lost in a swirl of...love.