and smelling, just faintly, of perfumed Spanish strumpet
*snort* It's the "just faintly" that has me rolling.

"You're a devil, lad. With the devil's own luck. You'd best hope it holds."
"It will," Jack said, complacently
Don't know whether to bounce or chew my nails - Jack's youth is showing and I'm wondering if he may be a tad too sure of himself. And nervy! Shame on him, getting his nose out of joint about Letty rooting through his trunk - poor girl had to have been bored to tears just sitting in the counter.

"What sort of reckoning?" demanded Bill, suspicious.
"Ooooh, a terrible one. Terrible!" Jack shook his head sadly, all facetious drama
Oh dear, I'm snorting again. Terrible reckoning indeed, if it begins with shirtless Jack.

But, oh, he's run off with the Senora's necklace! This cannot be good, not one little bit. *begins gnawing on a knuckle*

And you've posted more already!! *bounce, bounce*