Memories

[Lauren]

Jack grunted and picked up his drink. He left the tavern without another word. He walked through the town to Ana's house, nudged open a window a let himself inside to wait for her there.

[Hannah]

He had to wait for another week though before Ana returned to Tortuga. She was tired, hungry but also satisfied with herself that she got a part of her dream right. Her bag on her back, she made her way through the town towards her house, which she hoped to still find in a somewhat good shape.ö

[Lauren]

Jack was asleep in Ana's bed when she returned. He thought of it as house sitting for her, and he'd actually decided to leave again soon himself. He wasn't going to wait around until Ana 'felt' like returning.

[Hannah]

Ana unlocked the door and frowned when she saw a figure on her bed. "Oi." She called, her pistol already in her hand; surely able to defend herself and also surely willing to do so.

[Lauren]

Jack glanced up when he heard a voice, and quickly threw his arms over his head when he saw the gun. "Jesus, Ana," He threw the pillow in her direction.

[Hannah]

"What the fuck.." Ana stared at him and then hit the pillow out of the air. "What are you doing here and how did you.." Her eyes trailed towards the broken window. "Ah.." She mumbled and lowered the pistol

[Lauren]

"House sitting," Jack said, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his face, "Keeping it safe for you,"

[Hannah]

"how long have you been here?!" She demande to know, not really liking the idea of someone sitting her house too much.. even if it was Jack. It was hers and not his and the fact that he dared to simply break into it because he wanted to, didnt make her too happy.

[Lauren]

Jack scratched the back of his head and made a face. "Coupla days ... a week," He mumbled the last part. "It's not exactly like I could've asked you,"

[Hannah]

Ana frowned and put her gun into the back of her pants. "A week.." She mumbled and looked around the little house. "Do you always do.. that?"