"I've a way of coming back, darling. And here, you'd only lose me for a week."

How had Jack never noticed before this week how bewitching this girl was?

"Only a week, though I suppose that would be far too long for everyone here. Far too dull without Jack Sparrow in the place." As he finished this partly-cocky but still somewhat self-deprecating statement--there were plenty of people in Luceti who would be happy to see him dead--the temptation was there to kiss her, but he admirably resisted. "Just a week, eh? A small thing," he finished softly.