John of course chuckled at the sight of her drawing her cutlass.  He had gotten an eyeful before she covered her self.  which made him grin.  He was not about to do as she ordered, he wanted an answer and he would make sure she gave it.  Once he grabbed her and fought for the cutless, she tried to kick him in the shins but wound up hurting her foot.  He threw the cutlass over to the bed, not wanting to make to much noise, and pulled her to him.  "Now you have been acting antizy and don't want to answer a simple question."  She was now being held with one arm around her and the other holding her wrist.  Again he chuckled as he drew her closer, pressing her up against him.  The look of anger and fustration on her made her adorable looking.  He quickly leaned in and claimed her lips for a kiss,, pushing her up against the wall of the cabin.  Her lips were soft and she felt so nice and warm and good up against him.	He broke the kiss and smiled down at her.  "Now will you tell me why you kissed me."<br/><br/>He slowly let her lose from his grasp and went to lean against the desk that sat in front of the large set of windows .  Above he could hear the movement of her crew and the sound of some coming down the stairs, below deck.  "Not much time before they open that door to see what is afoot in here."  He grinned.  Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched her.  Again no slap and he had a feeling she liked the kiss both on the beach and just then.  "I can tell you don't seem to mind the kisses I have given you."  he told her, "Now if there is something you want to add to the reason you kissed me first, I am all ears."  He had a feeling she had taken a liking to him.  Well he did save her life and that of her crew. but he had a feeling there was more to it then just that.  Taking him to meet her father was another little sign that it seemed she wanted his approval.<br/><br/>Another knock on the door but it did not open.  "Is everything alright Captain."  a man's voice came through the door.  "Ye be needing any help?"  the voice was concerned.  John looked over at Rosy.  Now what was she going to say and do.?