Jack withdrew from beneath her tank top and sought one of her hands out. Reassurance. Her mind was still on the battle, perhaps, or on that blighted guilt she liked to carry. She hadn't shared the "the vampire tasted my face" information with him, so when he reached up to brush his palm against her cheek, the gesture was only motivated by how beautiful he thought she was, and by how much he wished she could be happy. Because that would make him happy, and Jack Sparrow's happiness was always of foremost importance to Jack Sparrow.

"Celebrate it, then."