Jake looks at her. He liked how her fingers fit his so complimentary. He folds his fingers down between hers. Making their hands into one single part. Palm to palm. Fingers around fingers. "Your sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for...just my mom told me something." he pauses.<br/><br/>"Ye let ye anger take over ye...ye gonna make a mistake. And ye won't make a lil' one. Ye make a mistake that'll cost ye and all around ye." he shrugs a bit. "Mom was always spouting out bits of wisdom." he says. "Half the time...I have no idea what she meant. That one though...rush in head first it won't be just your head rolling across the ship." he points out.<br/><br/>He blinks. "Ouch. Man. Those bastards are colder than Blackbeard and Flint put together. Mom said that...not me. And she was right." he says. Smiling warmly at her. One hand lets go of one of hers. Though only to move a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "Your hair is soft. Just like your skin." he whispers.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Laughing. "That is my dagger Raquel." he says. Kissing the tip of her nose once the dagger moved away. Then a quick peck to her cheek. "I will keep you to your word Raquel. I want to become the best. As awesome as mother and father combined...and then some." he grins at her. "Did I mention I can be crazy when it comes to weird suicidal looking stunts?" he ask playfully. "Probably not but I can be."<br/><br/>He looks at her. His eyes sparkling. "In my case...the apple does not fall far from its trees. Or my mother and father. Mother taught me some things...on the sly. To keep me prepared for a day I could escape." he sighs and then smiles. "I still miss her Raquel...I miss her a lot." he closes his eyes and then opens them.<br/><br/>A firey look in his eyes. His FATHER'S firey look. Same flaming and glittering sparkle that meant trouble was coming...for the foes at least. He smiles. "Yes. When is it? And that would make sense." he captures her free hand in his again. "Let's get started on that weapons training. But first..." he leans in as if to whisper something into her ear....then doesn't. Instead he captures her lips with his. Kissing her softly yet with an unknown passion on many levels for her.<br/><br/>He finally pulls away. "Now we can start." he grins. "By the way...do you notice anything missing from say...your hand?" he asks. Nodding his head to the hand that HAD held his dagger. He stands up shakily and falls back onto the bed. "Hmm...my stomach says no moving for you. Not til you feed me." he grins.