They were walking quickly, and Jack had begun to work at untying the knots on the ropes around her wrists. She was mesmerized by his hands, so careful and tender and yet not hindered in reaching their goal. She cleared her throat and looked up again, trying to see where they were going. A drunk came running at her, and her eyes widened at their oncoming impact. Jack picked her up and placed her out of the way just in time, and the drunk came running by and hit the wall. Elizabeth looked up at him, breathing heavily, as he undid the final knot and threw the rope to the ground. He then reached up, and those hands she admired reached back and brushed her neck and went up and under her hair, looking for the knot in the gag. She was staring at him the entire time. He was looking out of the corner of his eye, concentrating on loosening and removing it. Finally, he got it, and his eyes met hers as a smile graced his lips. He slowly pulled the cloth away from her mouth, letting his fingers brush her cheeks as his hands came down. They stared at each other for a moment, and finally Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore, and she averted her eyes.

"Uh... thank you," She said, shifting from foot to foot. Jack still hadn't said a word to her. He silently picked up her hands and turned them over, looking at angry red strips on her wrists. He ran his thumb over them carefully, feeling how raw they were. She cleared her throat again, trying to get his attention.

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Jack had noticed the large gash on her forehead, but saved that for later, since there was nothing he could do about it in their current location. He saw a drunk come running by and Elizabeth's eyes get suddenly bigger. He stopped his attempts at freeing her hands and took a hold of her waist, picking her up in the air and putting her down in a safer area. The drunk hit the wall hard, and Jack laughed to himself. Finally, he loosened the ropes and threw them off of her hands. He reached up and noticed her staring at him, as if she had no idea what he was doing. She was still so beautiful, so flawless looking, even in her current situation. He didn't think it a sin to let his hands brush up against her skin a bit when he was removing her gag. She was, essentially, his property. He smiled to himself at this thought, and then the knot gave way. He stared into her eyes for a moment after removing the gag, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She looked down, and thanked him.

His attention was brought back to her hands. He picked them up and looked them over. They were raw and flaming. They'd have to see to that later, as well. She cleared her throat.

"If you... uh... if you think you're going to take advantage of me, you're... sorely mistaken," She said, her voice shaking as she delivered her message. Jack looked up, not letting go of her hands. He was smirking.

"Do you not remember me, love? Would I do such a thing to a lady such as yourself?" He said, cocking his head. If he was going to take advantage of her, he would have done it already. She nodded her head.

"Of course I remember you, Jack," She said, looking up into his eyes. He smiled at her again, and she pulled in a breath, and began to fall to the ground as her knees once again gave way. He caught her underneath her arms, momentarily caught off guard.

"I'm sorry," She said, never taking her eyes off of him. He smirked again.

"I can see I still have an effect of you," He said, and then her face turned hard. She pulled herself to her feet, and slapped his hands off of her. He laughed, and stepped back a few steps, with his hands up.

"Okay, okay, Lizzie," He said, looking into her seething face. She sighed, losing the demeanor slightly. She looked around, and he followed her eyes. Not the type of place she'd have much luck in. She looked back at him, obviously still angry, and took off to her right. Jack narrowed his eyes at her retreating back, and took off after her, dodging around a few more drunks running by.