Instant regret! Jack stepped back as she calmly opened those eery almost unsettling amused bright blue hungry eyes.  He insisted that she was going to help him escape... that smile she gave him, chilled him to the bone... he knew he should turn off the headlamp and save the batteries, but he could not!<br/><br/><br/>"and...and no more biting!" He insisted! And hurriedly ambled off to the pool water in the center of the cave! Good grief! he fought desperately to come his nerves and to think of other things! other things besides what Trinket looked like naked, he pushed Pearl out of his mind, only to find himself wondering about other women... god! it must have been a spider bite or the fish hey ate!<br/><br/>He focused on escape! purely escape!<br/><br/>"How often are prisoners taken to the island? Where are they dropped off? Where is your master? who is your master?" for a moment he thought she was not going to speak, he sighed and turned his head... he wasn't doing a very good job at being the tough in charge guy. He couldn't actually bring himself to harm her, and he she knew it! well... thats what he thought, she thought about him, he had no idea what she was truly capable of... Jack presumed she the least of his worries.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Prisoners are dropped off at the docks every seven days." </span></span></span><br/><br/>Finally she spoke, Jack turned as she mentioned the prisoners. Howbeit when she declared that she didn't have a master... Jack instinctively smiled... at least at first... but it faded as Trinket leered back at him...Hungrily... it was then he caught the subtle inflection in her voice, while he heard what she said, he suddenly realized that she had implied oh so much more to it... she had no master...including him!  That was fine, he just had to get out of here!<br/><br/>But then he had to make an incentive for her to want to help him escape as well!<br/><br/>It was then she proposed a challenging question, probing both at his authority and his intentions.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Do you think you've succeeded in my capture?"</span></span></span><br/><br/>Jack rose to his feet, doing his best to appear strong, imposing and in charge, "At least until you have helped me escape, this island, yes! After you can go where ever you like," he said confidently. It was then she offered him help with his problem, Jack frowned, not getting what she was implying... howbeit with that sensual selacious grin, he suddenly became aware of his bulge now even made more evident by his wet trousers!<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"...or not."</span></span></span><br/><br/>Splash!<br/><br/>Jack's face turned red and he plopped himself back down and quickly brightened the headlamp... making the light harsh on her eyes and face.<br/><br/>"The only thing I am concerned about is getting off this island! and you should be too!" he insisted in frustration.<br/><br/>"Obviously you have no love for the person who kept you in that horrible collar, but I will tell  you one thing. Once he dies... from old age or not... once he stops paying the ships, or airplanes to deliver supplies to this remote island, you won't be getting any food or people coming here for months or even years, and I highly doubt they will be able to speak Latin," he warned.