"So I take it you're Jackie Sparrow?" he asked, startling me. I was completely taken aback by the fact that he knew of my connection to Jack Sparrow. How could he possibly know that? He must have sensed my confusion because he motioned to the headband on his head, which was in close resemblance to mine. I had completely forgotten about the fact that I was wearing my Jack Sparrow headband, considering I had left the rest of the costume at home for fear of it being too hot, and much too complicated an outfit to get a tattoo while wearing it. I explained this to "Jack", and he agreed about the tattoo part, and motioned to himself, nodding, when I mentioned how hot I was afraid it would be. I think it was at this point that Jenn and Kristina stepped out of the room, but I can't be certain considering I wasn't noticing much of anything else around me. "You really do look like him," I said, trying not to say anything that might make me sound like a blundering idiot. "I love your costume." "Why, thank you," he said, leaning forward a bit in a very jack-like motion. "If you have a camera phone we could take some pictures if you'd like." "Well, I don't, but my friends do." I leaned out toward the doorway of the room to where Jenn and Kristina had gone and yelled, "Hey, you guys! Get in here, we're gonna take pictures!" "We don't have a camera, though," Kristina said. "Yes, you both do--you have camera phones." "Oh yeeaaahh!" Kristina said, walking into the prop room with Jennifer and retrieving her cell phone from her pocket. Jenn got hers out of her purse as well. Jack looked up at me, as I was still standing next to him, unsure of how he wanted to pose. He had spread his legs a little, and was looking at me expectantly. "Should I sit on your lap?" I asked. "If you'd like," he said, clearly propositioning me to do so. "Okay," I said hesitantly, sitting down on his knee. "I'm not too heavy, am I?" "Not at all," he said, looking into my dark eyes with his own black-lined pair. I couldn't look back for long: it was mesmerizing, and if I stared, I was afraid he'd think I was an idiot--or just a girl with google eyes. Either one was bad in my eyes. Jenn and Kristina stood in front of us and snapped a couple of pictures, and then Jenn went back out to look at the shop some more. Kristina stayed and took a couple more, only a couple of which turned out well because of the lighting in that room. "So is that good, or do you want some more?" Kristina asked us. "Umm, I dunno..." I said, looking to Jack, who, at the same time, chimed in: "I don't mind. Let's take some more. It's totally fine with me," and he pulled me closer to him. "Take as long as you'd like." So she went to another part of the room and took more pictures. All the while, Jack was mumbling what might be called (at least, by pirates) "sweet nothings" in my ear. "Is your leg getting numb?" I asked. "Oh, no," he responded quickly. "In fact, you're very light." He then made a comment about his leg--or his lap--that I can't quite remember, but I do remember that it was something that could be taken to mean more than one thing, because then he said, "I didn't mean that to come out the way it sounded." "Sure you didn't," I said, laughing. "No, really," he said, playing along with the whole "innocent" act "It was one of those things that just came out, and could mean something other than intended." "A double entendre," I said. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath when he talked. "Exactly," he said. Then, leaning even closer, he said, "I do a lot of those." Then he leaned back and laid his head on my chest for the next couple of pictures, making my breath catch in my throat. After we had taken pictures sitting down, it was suggested (I can't remember by whom) that we take some standing up. Jack wanted some full-body shots, so we got a couple of those, and then some closer ones. He was very considerate in that in some of the pictures I didn't like the way my arm looked because it was pressed against me, and since I'm so white it stood out like a sore thumb. So for the rest of the pictures he strategically placed his sword on top of the arm facing the camera so my arm wouldn't be so prominent. As we stood there, I felt something sticking out of the side of his belt, and it was pressing right between my legs. I leaned my midsection out a little, afraid of reacting to this, and when he saw the next picture he commented on that. "She's looking like, 'Can I get any further away from him in this shot?'" he said to Kristina. "No, no, it's not that," I said quickly. "You're, um, pistol... it was, um, poking me... in between my legs...." He looked down at said gun, feigning innocence, and said, "I'm terribly sorry--it has a mind of its own." He adjusted it and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in close. "Is that better?" Even though I could still slightly feel the gun, it no longer bothered me. I smiled. "Yes, that's fine." | 
I'm so excited and happy for him (and the whole band!), but that doesn't mean I can't miss him while he's gone all week.
