For Everything There Is A Season

[Hannah]

I look down when I feel my cheeks flush and quickly walk over to the bed, pulling my skirt away from under it - how did it get there in the first place?

[Hannah]

Jack: I smirk and sit down on one of the chairs, crosslegged, and I pull the cheese over to my side of the table. I use my dagger to cut of a piece and I decorate my bread with it before I look back over to Ana who's putting on her skirt. I liked her better without, but I have a strong suspicion that I better keep that news to myself. "So," I munch, "What are you doing today?"
Ana: I look over to him and fix my skirt. I run with my hand through my hair to brush it and start braiding it. "Hmm..." I think about that one for a moment, seeing the Bride burned down - if he didn't use that as an excuse to get to sleep in my bed..
"I'll go the market I think." I tell him and finish with my hair.
Jack: "A dayfilling programm, I can tell." I tell her teasingly, before I take another bite of my breakfast. I wonder whether I'm supposed to leave anything for her.
Ana: I raise an eyebrow at him and walk over to the door. I open it without replying and dissapear for a moment. When I return I am carrying a kan of water.
"Want something to drink?" I ask him.
Jack: I look over and warily notice that it's water that she's offering. Since my 12th birthday or something, I had figured I was allergic to that. "No thanks." I therefore decline, and I pull a little flask out of my pocket instead. I flip the lid of and decide that'll do better, as I take a swig.
Ana: I mumble something about dirty disgusting bad smelling always drunk men, before I take a mug of water myself.
I don't eat anything of the bread since I know how long it is laying there already
Jack: When I finished my breakfast (still in the assumption that it won't kill me), I whipe my mouth with the back of my hand and get back up. I find my hat and put it on as well. I didn't bring me coat cos .. cos I lost it in a gambling game the day before. So I'm all done. "Well, luv." I smirk, "Thanks a million," At this I put my hands together as if praying, and I make a slight bow.
Ana: I look over at him for a moment, take the rest of the bread and drop it in the bin. "You're welcome." I flash him a pearly white grin.
Jack: I easily ignore the now-thrown-away bread, as I tap my hat in a greet. "Ta." I tell her, and I walk over to her door and disappear from her shack.

Ana: I watch him leave and shake my head. Men are all the same and somehow all of them are kinda horrible. Some of them are attractive aswell and that is the point that can get somewhat annoying at times.. like this Jack person.
I purse my lips at those thoughts and take my basket. I leave the house and lock the door behind me.
The rest of the day I spend in town, buying food and talking to a couple of people. I find out, that the Bride burned down indeed. They already started rebuilding it though. That means that I will have work soon enough again.
When it starts to get late, my feet start hurting too. My shoes aren't really comfortable, but I don't have money for new ones right now.
I walk to the docks and sit down there, looking out over the ocean. I always wanted to be on a ship for a while, though the chance that I will actually do that one day is small. I stroke my hands over my skirt so it is looking right. Eventhough the skirt is old - it is clean. I always take care of that. My shoes are standing next to me on the dock.
I take an apple out of my basket, which I put next to me, and rub it over my skirt 'til it is all nice and shiney. I take a bite of my dinner, enjoying the taste of it.

Jack: "There's a worm in it." I inform her, appearing next to her as if I just started to exist out of smoke and clouds alone. And there is, there's a hole in the back of the apple that looks rather fresh. " ....well, I suppose you do get a portion of meat tonight then though." I grin.

Ana: "Oh good. Then I saved some money today" I comment and take a bite of the apple, making it look like I take a bite of the worm, eventhough I carefully avoid it.

Jack: "You're quite disgusting for a woman." I comment, cos I can't imagine any other girl eating.. worm. ..Neither can I imagine men eating worm voluntarily, though it frequently happens when one loses a bet.

Ana: "It doesn't bother me." I tell him with a grin and show him the spot with the worm in the apple. I continue eating now, my bare feet dangling over the dock.

Jack: I sit down next to her and casually flash her a grin. "Anaa..?" I ask in my sweetest and most angelic voice (..which isn't very impressive, I'm afraid).

Ana: I hold the apple out towards him since I guess he will strart begging for food now. I clean my teeth with my tongue and keep my eyes on the water.

Jack: I ignore the apple completely. I found out (recently) that I don't care much for worm. Instead I give her a smile, and open my eyes wide in an innocent puppydog stare. "I'll be needin' a place ter stay t'night." I inform her.

Ana: I raise an eyebrow, still looking at the water though, so I kinda miss his puppyeyes look.
"Oh." I say after a minute. I should have become a vulenteer worker. I chew on my apple again.

Jack: "Well," I stop the whole effort of trying to look cute cos she's not paying attention to it anyway. "You said I'd be welcome." I grin instead.

Ana: Right. Did I say that? Must have been drunk.. or drowning in his eyes. No.. not the last one.
"Did I now.." I mumble and throw the apple into the water.

Jack: "Aye, this morning." I remind her. "You said: Jack m'dear, you'll always be welcome to stay here because I appreciate your company so damn much.. and love to see you without a shirt on." I tell her. "...Or something along those lines."

Ana: "I didn't say that!" I protest loudly now, though my cheeks heat up a little bit. Men are always.. not respecting women at all. I take my shoes off the dock and put them on.

Jack: "Ah. I must've imagined it then." I shrug, not finding that an unreasonable option either. I get up though, "Are we going then? I'm damn hungry."

Ana: "I ain't buying ya food." I frown. "It is the lad who buys the girl food and a drink because she MIGHT be friendly enough to let him sleep on her floor."

Jack: "What makes you think I had any different intention?" I inquire, offering her my hand. "Now get your ass up."

Ana: "Be nice Jackyboy. Or you might find yourself sleeping on my doorstep." I take his hand though to help me up and take my basket.

Jack: After she got up I don't let go of her hand though, and just let her along next to me to some tavern or wherever where we might find some decent meal. Something more decent than worm, at least. Unless... "You're not on a worm diet are you?" I ask, just to make sure.

Ana: I try to get my hand free for a moment but give up when he holds tight on to me. "I didn't eat it, smartass" I frown.

Jack: "Well you must've bought that particular apple with a good reason, hm?" I suggest, "Surely you're not that dumb to buy a worm-infested apple when ye don't like 'em..?"

Ana: "You know.. in Tibet people think that people get born again.. in the form of an animal or something. So there might be a chance that that particulkar worm was my grandmother." I keep my face straight, eventhough it takes me a hard time.
"So. I had to buy it to save her life. Because maybe some pervert like youself would have actually eaten it."

Jack: "Trust me, I wouldn't voluntarily eat your grandmother." I inform her dryly, though I smirk soon after that in amusement with our conversation.

[Hannah]

"Oh good. I am not really into canibals" I inform him with a smirk as we enter one of the taverns which didn't burn down last night. It feels kinda weird to be this close to him and I look down when my arm brushes against his when we enter.

[Jacky]

"Alright, no human meat then. Whatdya want?" I came by enough money to live easy for a few days, and I don't mind spendin' it. That's what it's for, after all.

[Hannah]

I look around in the tavern before turning to Jack. He is almost a head taller. Ugh. "Uhm.. Make it a rum" I tell him

[Jacky]

"For dinner?" I smirk. "You're worse than me."

[Hannah]

"Oh right. We're having dinner." I think about it for a moment. "Then I want pasta" I tell him with a grin.

[Hannah]

Jack: "Good," I agree to that. "Go find us a table then." I leave that up to here, while I walk over to the bar in the meanwhile. In a place like this you could sit at a table but wait forever for someone to ask whether you want anything (aka waitresses with an attitude like Ana's) so I just decide to bug them right away. I order spaghetti and two mugs of rum, cos that goes great with pasta.

Ana: I pick a table in the corner. I sit down with my back against the wall. This tavern is smaller than the bride - of course. The bride is the best.
My eyes wander through the tavern and eventually I keep looking at Jack while he is ordering the food and the drinks.

Jack: After a little while I go over to the table Ana picked and draw a chair over so I can sit too. I take of my hat and chuck it on the far side of the table before I pay any attention to her. I don't really have anything to say though. A rare occasion.

Ana: I notice soon enough that he doesn't really know what to talk about.. and this must be the first time since I met him that he didn't have some 'witty' story to tell or something else to ramble about.
A teasing grin appears on my face, but I don't say anything either.

Jack: I'm not easily teased though, and with a attitude of 'anything you can do, I can do better', a slow grin spreads over my features too. ...More like a roguish I'm-hitting-on-you kinda grin though, cos I figured that would annoy her most.

Ana: As we sit there and stare at eachother, I figure that I like the colour of his eyes. I chuckle a bit at that thought and since I kinda realize that I won't be able to hold this glare much longer, I quickly take off one shoe and slide my foot slowly over his leg upwards.

Jack: Alright, that makes the whole situation a lot more interesting. Cos either I'll be feeling a lot of pain in any instant now (if she's in an unfriendly mood) or tonight might not be as 'awkward' as the last (if she's in a more friendly mood). "Now," I start with a smirk, "I realize you can't keep your hands.. or feet off me, luv, but shall we save that for later?" Either way, NOW will be when I found out which option (pain or game) will show up.

Ana: I camuflate a small blush by looking down, pretending to think about the hard question he just asked me. In the meanwhile my foot keeps stroking his leg, making sure I leave all options open for myself.
"I don't know..." I muse and put some hair behind my ear with a quick movement.

Jack: I noticed her blush though which makes me realize I'm not the only ignorant one here. Ha! Good to know, that is. It's an unsettling thought though, that in fact, I don't mind her foot near me at all. Truth is, through all the bitchyness and coldness and.. complete lack of social skill, Ana is quite charming.
I smirk to dismiss that thought, but my gaze remains settled on her firmly. She doesn't really look directly into me eyes anymore though, which is a slight pity.

Ana: Eventually I shoot a quick look at his face and when he is still looking at me I frown. "Whatcha lookin' at?" I ask him, pausing my foot for now.
Ugh. I don't want him to tell me something like that my nose is too big or whatever...

Jack: I flash her another roguish grin. "Well, basically the girl that's.. got her foot so far up my leg that she can count the change in my pocket with her toes." I tell her casually. "Not saying I mind."

Ana: I snicker a bit and move my foot down his leg again. "Shame huh? That she can't do that anymore now.."
I look up when the waitress comes and brings our drinks. I don't pay much attention to her though, taking my mug and drawing a circle on its rim with my pinky.

Jack: Considering the fact that Ana's in a position to fracture my manhood forever I find myself restraining myself from looking at the waitress' bum as she sways back to the bar. I have this feeling that it'd be bad luck.
Instead I pick up my mug, leaning forward a bit so when Ana looks up I catch her gaze and our eyes lock. I give her a lopsided grin, raising the mug a little. "To freedom." I tell her.

Ana: I look back into his eyes and just nod, not really knowing what to say now since my brain stopped functioning for a moment.
"Hmm..." I smile at him and hide my face behind the mug of rum, drinking some of it.

Jack: I take a swig of my rum too, still looking at her.. for a moment. An instant later I nearly choke in my rum, as a loud gunshot startles me. I look over my shoulder to the window that shattered because of it. On the streets there's screaming again, as last nights chaos seems to reappear as sudden as a thunderbolt.
Lovely.
I would care to ignore it, but a few seconds later people try to break into the door that was now bolted by the tavernowner. "..Seems like dinner won't be all that quiet anymore." I note dryly.

Ana: I managed to pull my foot back just in time, putting on my shoe before Jack could even mention that dinner wouldn't be quiet anymore.
"Time to go." I state and grab his hat, so he will follow. I put it on and race towards the bar.

Jack: I follow her at first, but change my mind halfway. "Ah, wait a minute." I tell her, and as if it's the most normal thing in the world I disappear through another door that leads to the backrooms of the tavern first. I return only some twenty seconds later, my coat (which I first carried over my arm) on now.. unlogically enough. "Ready." I inform her, and I take her hand and pull her over to the back of the tavern cos the backdoor seems like a more sane option to me now.

Ana: I hold onto his hand tightly as we run through the backdoor and onto the alley behind the tavern. In the alley it is quiet now, but in the distance the screams and yells and shots can be heard clearly. And those sounds are coming closer.
"This way" I tell him and gather my skirt with one hand while I start running. I trip a couple of times since it is really hard to run with these shoes. My knees are bleeding but I continue, getting up every time, wanting to get away from here.

Jack: Now, I've lived in Tortuga for some months of me life but the network of narrow alleys isn't my best of orientations. I just trust Ana to lead us somewhere that's not a dead end. The skies are starting to get darker by now too, so I doubt I could be much of an efficient help without any recognation of the streets. "Where are we goin'?" I ask her at some point, as we turn around a corner into the narrowest alley yet.

Ana: " Home." I inform him, my breath getting kinda hasted. I stop for a moment and look around. "Something is burning.." I mumble, looking around for a second to orientate myself. Once I know again where we are I start running again. I kick off my shoes, carrying them since this goes much faster and I fall down less often.

Jack: As we reach the area of her house I start recognizing the streets again, cos it's the part of Tortuga that I visit more frequently. I join her side as she doesn't really have to lead the way anymore. We find some bigger streets, where the chaos hasn't arrived in full glory yet. But that's changing pretty rapidly. As more of the troublemakers are showing, I draw my pistol just in case and keep it handed as we move through the crowd.

Ana: I gasp for air when we finally get into a small street again. But somehow we drew the attention of some guys and they follow us.
"Ugh" I whisper and start running again once I have the possibility to do so. My hair is somewhat sticking onto my face now and I wanna be able to slam my door shut behind me.

Jack: A quick glance over my shoulder tells me there's three of them. I trust Ana to have some skill in fighting, but rather not letting it come to that, I don't complain to the running as we speed up again. We soon reach her street, as the fellows are starting to gain on us though. Obviously they haven't been running for the past seven minutes or so.

Ana: "Keep on running" I tell Jack, not losing speed as we approach my "house". I run past it, not wanting to lead anyone to it. I don't want them to know where I live so they can destroy it and and.. and rape me or something.

Jack: Smart girl. I figure, surprised by how content I am with that realization. "Where to?" I reply though, cos obviously we can't keep running forever.

Ana: "The roofs" I tell him and swallow hard, my throat running dry. There are many houses in tortuga which are not high.. meaning: most of them ain't high. Only a couple of houses have more than one floor.
"Next corner you help me up there.. keep running until the end of the street" I tell him. "i'll be there"

Jack: I nod to okay that, eventhough I bet she probably won't see. Ah well, I suppose it's self-explaining then. As we reach the next corner we turn around it sharply so our achtervolgers don't see us for at least twenty seconds. I lean my back against the wall, folding my hands in front of me so she can use it as a step to reach higher.

Ana: I take a step back and with a small aanloopje I step onto his hand, my hands reaching up and I grab the roof. I pull myself up there, losing my shoes during the entire excersize. Whatever. I can get them later.
I take a deep breath and start running towards the end of the street.

Jack: So do I, but I can tell that if I have to start climbing up there, we'll be too bloody slow and at least they'll know where we went. So I dismiss that option, cut another corner which still gives me acces to the rooftops where Ana's at.. and spot a takelding. Good. This is oughta be interesting.
One corner back I hear the other fellows bursting around the corner, shouting and making noise like their a friggin' fanfare or something. There's a gunshot and I hear a bullet shoot against the wall, fracturing some of the stone. I grab the rope of the takel and kick the lever off, so it suddenly whizzes upwards. The sudden momentum nearly makes me let go of the rope, but I clench my fists tightly. At the top of the takel I let go, pretty much launched to fall onto the rooftop, rolling over to the other side ungracefully and stopping just before the next edge. From below a rough crash is hear, and people screaming as the crate that was suddenly dropped down hits the party that was chasing us.
I get up and brush myself off, looking around for Ana.. and my hat.

Ana: "Nice move" I comment as I walk over to him. My feet hurt like mad since normallt they are not used to walking on rough roofs. But else I am kinda dandy.. at least I am still alife and such so that is good.
"This way" I tell him, putting his hat on my head with a swawing movement.

Jack: I smirk at her casuality and.. and the hatstealing, as I follow her without complaining. ...Looks better on her anyway.
We soon find our way back (the entire route over the rooftops) to her street, where it doesn't seem to be as chaotic as before.

Ana: I study the street for a couple of minutes before I jump down from the roof. I curse colourful when my bare feet hit the ground since that hurted pretty badly. I grunt and walk over to my door, unlocking it.
Life sucks. My knees hurt now, so do my feet and now.. well at least I have a hat.

Jack: I follow soon after her, not really bothering to wait for another invitation as I just stride through the door in persuit of her and nudge it shut behind us. I'm smart enough to bolt it too, just in case. "Well." I walk over to the bed and sit down on the matress, that being the only thing you can sit on safe for the floor. "That was interesting." I flash her a grin as I look over to her. "You alright?" She looks fairly more hurt and exhausted than me, truth to be told.

Ana: I walk over to the bucket with water I got this morning and throw some kinda towel thingy into it. I sit down on the floor next to it and pull up my skirt, revealing my legs. I start cleaning them and make a face when the towel touches the smal wounds.
"Yup.." I mutter "Totally dandy."

Jack: I look at her legs.. for like.. half a minute. Just because they're slim and long and .. not at all apropriate to be attached to Ana who looks like she could kick you into pulp if she'd want to. I blink twice and pull myself out of these thoughts. I then turn my attention to the number of scratches and little wounds on both the skin of her knees as her feet. For a second I hesitate whether it's a worthy sacrifice, but then I pull the flask I carry on my belt loose and slide it over the floor over to her, so it comes to a stop about twenty centimetres away from her. "Disinfect it or you'll be feverish and.. a lot of trouble later on." I tell her, smirking slightly.
I get up and walk to the only window the shack has, peering outside curiously.

Ana: I look at the flask for a moment and smile then. I take a small sip of the rum before I start disinfecting the wounds. When I am done I take off my skirt since I figure Jack saw my legs now anyways. I move over to the cupboard and look strictly over my shoulder. "Don't turn around" I tell him strictly before I stand with my back towards him. I start searching for a clean one to put on.

Jack: "Aaaalright." I agree a little too easily. Hell, it's starting to get dark now and the window is starting to function as a mirror anyway.

Ana: I frown a bit at the sound of his voice and look over my shoulder. But since he didn't turn around I strip off my shirt and get almost lost in the clean one when I try to put it on.

Jack: There's a slight smirk on my features from the very second that I saw her back bare (which looked good and not at all godzilla-like-threatening either), but the smirk stays as she wrestles with her new shirt. I can't restrain myself from speaking up though; "Need help with that?" I grin.

Ana: I freeze entirely when he speaks, but since I can't see anything (my head is stuck in some sleeve or something) I just frown. "You were supposed not to turn around." I protest, not saying that he shouldn't help since somehow I doubt I'll get outta here on my onesies.

Jack: "I didn't, I could hear you struggling." I lie efficiently.. or .. partly. I turn now though, and I walk over to her with a smirk. She looks like a ghost, trapping in her oversized shirt like that. Her stomach still shows a little, which is a fascinating view as well. "Now, don't kick me." I warn her cos I don't trust her to trust me. I help her find her way in the shirt by lifting it a little first so her head's not stuck in a sleeve anymore, and then dropping it over her body the way it should be. As her head pops outta the collar, I give her a innocent smirk. Just in case.

Ana: I shoot him an extremly dirty look - just to cover my embaressment and march over to the bucket of water again. Once my back is towards him again, I allow my cheeks to turn red. God this is bad.. extremly bad.
I put the bucket of water into the corner of the room, not really sure.. where to look now.

Jack: I don't paid much attention to her anymore though (I didn't think any sight could beat the sight of her back right now), so I started rummaging around a little. I see that she's got a number of things in her house like any household, like a broom (surprising), and a kettle and.. a pot. "Dya have a well here?" I ask, the fact considered that she brought fresh water in this morning too.

Ana: "Oh.. don't tell me ye wanna wash yerself.." I purse my lips and look sceptically at him. " ... ya better do that though, since I don't like dirty man in my bed." I continue and narrow my eyes a bit.
"It is on the other side of the house.."

Jack: Bet you would, you dirty li'll bitch. I think smirkingly, but I don't comment to her bleak outlook on dirty men any more. Instead I bring the pot with me as I leave the house in search of that water of hers.
It's not that hard to find the well since it's the only thing in her 'garden' that doesn't look green and two metres high, and I fill the pot up to the rim with water.

Ana: I watch him leave with a frown on my face. Whatever.. lifts up his skirt. I walk over to my bed and lay down on the covers, waiting for him to return.

Jack: I return after spilling about half the water in several places (..including on myself), and I nudge the door shut behind me once I'm inside again. I shove the pot onto a stove (which she has too!), a old woodstove. "Ye don't happen t' have wood here either, dya." I ask.

Ana: I blink a little bit when he enters again, being half wet. "... you failed to commit suicide?" I ask him with a slight grin.
I have to say it looks nice on him though.. it kinda makes the clothes stick on his body.

Jack: "Aye." I reply, the most serious I can get. "I figured if I'd die, maybe I'd return as a worm and you'd be willing to eat me." I give her a sly grin.

Ana: "Why would I want to eat you?" I frown. " You don't look *that* tasty.."

Jack: "Thanks a lot." I smirk. "Wood?" I repeat my earlier question, cos she failed to answer that.. getting all distracted by my appearance, of course.

Ana: "You should get wet more often" I tell him with a chuckle, still not answering the bloody wood question. What's so intresting about wood in the first place?

Jack: "Well maybe next time you'll join me." I suggest easily enough. I decide to find that bloody wood myself is she's not gonna be helpful, so I tread outta the door again. It's certainly not inside the 15 square metre house of hers, I would've noticed that. I soon find a pile of it against the back of the house, and I bring back some small logs which seem dry enough to catch fire right away. Once I returned I shove them into the stove and.. use the most efficient fire-making way I know, dumping some gunpowder on it too and igniting it with the flintlock of my pistol. Works damn fast.

Ana: I sulk a little bit as I watch him make the fire and all since that will make his clothes dry really fast.. or it gets so hot that he will take them off...
Extremly bad thoughts.. I quickly turn my head away from him and study the ceiling.

Jack: I pull a paper roll out of the pocket of my jacket and as I unwrap the paper it reveals the bunch of spaghetti that I stole back at the tavern. I break it to fit in the pot and dump it once it's hot enough. Now, I know rats ass about cooking but this is oughta work eh?
That done, I take of my boots and dump them near the stove cos those got wet too and are a bitch to dry.

Ana: There we go. He starts undressing. My cheeks turn darkred and I swallow. Awesome. I close my eyes and try to replax, which only makes me more and more tense.

Jack: "Don't fall asleep, I don't wanna stuff myself with too much spaghetti." I warn her, as I walk over and sit on the footend of the bed, pulling my feet onto the matress too. I watch the pot cos.. I don't know what funny things it might do.

Ana: "Hmm.." I sound and swallow again before I open my eyes to look at him. "Would be a shame indeed if you'd get all fat." I smirk a bit. "My bed might wouldn't be able to hold it."

Jack: "With the right company the floor isn't a bad option either." I tease with a smirk, looking over in her direction momentarily.

Ana: "Get your mind out of the gutter.." I smirk and shake my head. "there might be some ants down there.. they might wanna keep ya company?"

Jack: I make a face, "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with ants." I inform her.

Ana: I snicker and look at him. "One thing is for sure.." I giggle when the pot with water starts making odd sounds.
"You ain't the world bests cook"

Jack: "Bugger." I get up and walk over to it, as the water is running over the edges. "Err.." It's too hot to take it of the stove now though. Maybe I should've considered that before. I look over to Ana with a confused glance on my face, hoping for her mercy and a little help here.

Ana: I sigh over dramatically and slide off the bed, giggling a bit. I grab a towel and make sure I don't burn my hands while taking the pot off the stove. "Shoo.." I tell Jack.

Jack: I move aside to give her enough room to 'save' our dinner. "Fair enough, I confess, my only ability is to make spaghetti boil over but!" And at this I raise my indexfinger to fix her attention. "Maybe you'll find that I have very different talents alltogether." I smirk.

Ana: I snicker and do whatever you do with spaghetti to save them when someone managed to fuck them up.
"I didn't find out any of those talents.. yet" I snicker and dump the spaghetti onto a plate. I don't have two.

Jack: "Then maybe we should get to know eachother better." I can't help but say, with a boyish grin to match the suggestion. She can think of it what she wants - I daresay it was a rather innocent remark, eh?

Ana: "Maybe" I say, not too sure what to say to that... men. I sigh a bit and take the spaghetti over to the bed. It is kinda bugger that I only have one fork too.. I sigh and take it. i don't want him to eat with his hands now... so we might aswell have to share it. I sit down on the bed, my legs on it aswell and put the plate next to me.

Jack: I accompany her there, in the assumption that she won't eat all of it herself now, would she? She better not. I might have to throw that boiling water over her then.
I sit down crosslegged so I'm comfortable, on the other side of the plate. "You don't get guests often, do you?" I conclude, the lack of plates and forks considered.

Ana: "Hmm?" I ask him, my mouth full of spaghetti. I take my time to swallow the pasta and nod then.
"I'm not too social" I state and hand him the fork so he can eat some too.

Jack: I poke the spaghetti with the fork and roll it 360 degrees so that some of it is wrapped around it nicely. "Why not?" I ask. I've been wondering about that. She's one of the few girls in Tortuga that doesn't squeel and try to get attention all the time. And the others that I know who don't like that fashion either are.. either 80 years old, or mute. So what's different about this girl? Whatever it is, it caused me to be here again while I could've been anywhere else. It ignites my curiosity, as well as my real interest in this lass.

Ana: When the spaghetti is stuck on the fork, I take it from him and put it into my mouth. I swallow it after chewing slowly on it. It tasts pretty good. I grin at him and hand him the fork again.
"Dunno.. don't feel like it I guess." I tell him.

[Jacky]

I repeat the procedure to get some spaghetti on my fork, but this time I put it into my mouth before she can steal it. As I munch it I thoughtfully consider her answer. I'm not a person who likes to have too many relationships and connections either, so part of me can understand where she's coming from. But the thing is, a woman, alone? A woman takin' care of her own business, without any family or any back-up at all? It's not only surprising, but it's impressive as well. I know that even this era supplies some women who can take good care of themselves, and I suppose I'm glad to find the confirmation that Ana is one of them.
I hand the fork back. "Have ye always lived here by yers onesies?" I inquire, pressing the matter some more.

[Hannah]

"Here.. as in Tortuga?" I ask him and and take the fork from him, stabbing some more spaghetti with it. I push one into my mouth with my indexfinger when it tries to escape.
"No. I used to live here with my mother.." I tell him with a small smile and hand him the fork again after putting some spaghetti on it.