Mar 19, 2009 07:57
“Don’t speak to me about proper etiquette, Captain. From the looks of your unkempt appearance, you lack in that department,” she spat back as she shoved the fork into her mouth, chomping off the bit of chicken.
Jack smiled. Little Lolita may have been one of the favorites in Tortuga, but she was no simpleton. Born and raised, as least that’s what she had told Jack, in England, she was a lawyer’s daughter. How she ended up in Tortuga is beside him. He wanted to find out.
“Ah, yes. But you see, lass, at least I know how to chew with my mouth closed,” he drawled.
Jack slowly raised the fork to his mouth, sliding it in slowly and removing it with even more exaggeration. Lolita felt her jaw stop chewing and fall open as the fork slid from her fingers.