"Ah, yes, Jack stories," she said with a wink that could probably barely be seen in the moonlight. "Has he ever told you the one where he was almost executed and then woke up the next morning with his jailers? Both of them?" Rose giggled and leaned over, playing with the ends of her hair. "Honestly, you ought to know by now to take everything he says with a grain of salt. Honestly, he's better now than he used to be!"
Oh, yeah. Jack was going to have her head. But really, she was doing it in his favour, not against. "How much do you know about...you know. Past Jack?" Rose had plenty of time to figure out that Jack had come from a point far ahead of her own. He was being secretive though; he was hiding something that kept her from knowing exactly how far ahead and what he'd done inbetween.