A Search for Freedom

[Lauren]

"Lets drink later," I took the bottle from his hand and put it on the floor. I put my hands on the side of his face, kissing him quickly but passionatley. "Lock the door," I breathed.

[Lana]

"Mmmm..." - Jack kissed her back, smirking slightly as he did it. Having broken up from the kiss, he quirked an eyebrow up, looking at her attentively. - "Looks like ye're in a hurry, darlin'. Any reasons fer bein' that hasty?" - he asked Lola quite seriously, for such a behaviour wasn't usual for a girl, even for a wench. Most of the time men were the ones to start kissing women, as it were.

"And what's wrong with the door, luv?" - Jack added, grinning. - "No one will intrude, I swear. They all know that they'll have to walk the plank of they do".

[Lauren]

"Trust me, you'll be better off it you do," I bit my bottle lip and smirked, unbuttoning my shirt just low enough so the gun was still hidden.

[Lana]

"Deal", - he grinned, but a shadow of suspicion bolted through his clouded mind. Something was weird. She was pushing on him. Like a man would push on a woman, but not vice versa.

He locked the door, having to lean on the wall to keep himself straight and standing and, turning to face the girl again, narrowed his eyes slightly, to focus. A ghost of a smirk curled his lip up as he approached her again.

"Now, darlin', no more demands?"

[Lauren]

"Just one teeny question," I walked over to him, running one hand over his chest, the other playing with his beard. "You'd never hit a girl, would you?"

[Lana]

Jack grinned, showing his golden teeth to her, pulling Lola closer and placing a hot kiss on her neck, tickling her sensitive skin with his beard and the beads in it. His lips travelled a bit deeper down than the neck, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath.

All of a sudden he pushed her away from him, rotating her so that now she was facing the opposite wall, and he was holding her tight, her back pressed to him. His hand snatched the pistol from under her shirt and now it was pressed to her right temple.

"Never. Unless this girl steals me weapon from the table", - he said, and there was no sight of slurring or drunkenness in his voice that now sounded steely.

[Lauren]

I smirked. I knew it had been too easy. I brought my leg up behind me, striking him as hard as I could between the legs then elbowing him in the stomach. I jumped away, knocking the pistol from his hand and kicking it under the bed.
"I think you under estimate said girl, Jack,"

[Lana]

"Ugh", - Jack grunted and gritted his teeth for a split of a second, but he wasn't a boy anymore, he was a pirate and used to pain. To pain stronger than this one. He straightened up and laughed coldly: "What? Imaginin' yerself as a rough woman-pirate?" - he smirked sarcastically.

He approached her quickly and grasped her leg, so that she couldn't stand and fell to the ground with a thud. "I don't hit women, ye simply fell, didn't ye?" - he looked into her eyes and pressed her hard to the ground, so that she couldn't move. He was careful to stay out of her reach.

"What do ye want, Miss?"

[Lauren]

Time to play another card, I thought. I avoided eye contact with him and started to tears flowing down my cheeks. Surely he had a tiny bit of a heart? He couldnt not fall for the poor, crying woman who just tried to attack him, could he? "I just want a new life," I sobbed then look at him, waiting for a reaction.

[Lana]

Jack cringed. Women tears... It was exactly what he hated and absolutely couldn't stand. If there were things that could drive him mad, it would be: lack of rum, wenches with intellects of cows and women tears. He didn't know how to deal with them and neither he wanted to know.

After all, this woman meant nothing to him.

"Sure, and killin' the first men on yer path was the best way-out", - he suggested coldly, still disabling her to move.