If he's being honest, he hadn't any plans to pull the trigger. Not over Nutella. Not after he'd just shot Hector days before. Somewhere, in the back of his brain, where the decision process merges with his conscious, he knew he wasn't going to go through with it.
But he had hoped, though, that the presence of the gun, along with the knowledge that he had shot Hector dead not once, but twice, would be enough to make Hector back away.
A bet he spectacularly lost, as suddenly his gun is lowered and he's been punched in the face.
There's a counter not too far behind him, and his back hits against it as he takes a step back with the force of the punch, hands flying up to his face. Jack might not have gotten any injuries during the battle with Davy Jones, but his nose had been broken by Sao Feng. His nose, which had just healed, broken again by Hector's stupid bony fist.
He doesn't take his hands away from his face as he regains his composure, blinking at Hector (When had he lost the jar of Nutella?). "S'ppose we call it even, then?"
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But he had hoped, though, that the presence of the gun, along with the knowledge that he had shot Hector dead not once, but twice, would be enough to make Hector back away.
A bet he spectacularly lost, as suddenly his gun is lowered and he's been punched in the face.
There's a counter not too far behind him, and his back hits against it as he takes a step back with the force of the punch, hands flying up to his face. Jack might not have gotten any injuries during the battle with Davy Jones, but his nose had been broken by Sao Feng. His nose, which had just healed, broken again by Hector's stupid bony fist.
He doesn't take his hands away from his face as he regains his composure, blinking at Hector (When had he lost the jar of Nutella?). "S'ppose we call it even, then?"