Jack careened his head to better observe her, quiet in her confession. Some would consider Tia Dalma extremely evil, dangerous, hateful. And in her Goddess form, it was more believable. Rinoa seemed sure of herself and her last actions, so what reason did Jack have to question her?
He reached out and grasped a strand of her hair between his fingers, idly feeling it's softness. "All too often, love, all too often. But perhaps there's a way to keep the evil from revealing itself. We can work to find one, eh?"
Jack overlooked the beach, only just now realizing they were back. "You know I hadn't really realized...why is it Angelo was here on the beach and not back at your living quarters?"