A taste. And now she wanted more. Jack's eyebrow danced. The last time that he'd looked at her from this distance, from this angle, she'd ended up largely responsible for his 'death.' Jack did not remember the dying part, but he was pretty sure he didn't want it to happen again. Davy Jones always asked, did he not, do you fear death?
Jones had no idea.
Both of his eyes locked on hers.
"You tried to *kill* me, love," Jack said, voice very, very quiet. "I should get up right now, go over... over there..." He gestured vaguely behind him but didn't turn his attention away from her. He sighed, and the noise was a very pained one. Like everything was costing him something.