@onlylibertyâââ sent:Â "Do ye love me, Jack?" never denying Anne Frickinâ Bonny
    The question catches him off guard. Heâs got the tankard in his hand, a drink ready to start the nightâs plunders. What a silly little question, of course he holds affection for her. Why else would he spend so time making sure that her name held only repute, not barring his own that is-what else could it be for such a nature that which she would inquiry upon? Everyone knew her name was deeply tied into his own, one couldnât utter Calico Jack without also listing that of Andrew Bonny. Her name was gaining respect, and fast. They were partners, and on days when people werenât trying to come in between them he was content. Why would she ever question it.
   Jack looks at her. Hand coming to close around his glass, then he lifts it before sliding his other hand around her hip. Sniffing with the sip of her the drink and then the look to her with the set of that palm back down to the surface of the bar. âCourseâ He clears his throat, searching the emptiness inside of his stomach- he must be thirsty. He hums with the thought, âWeâve been together all this time, you n me. What is there to question, why would you even think to question it? Where I go, you go. Wouldnât set sail without ye, wouldnât dream of it.â


















