JACK
Too bad, so sad, Jude and Flora are out of range of Jack's magic, so he's unable to know how far in front they've gotten. Regardless, the good captain does tire of his game of where's my boat or do I know that flag and, with a sigh, returns to his work. Picking his way around Rae's fingers, towing his sack of rocks on his little icy path, it's not long before he turns his back to the glittering ocean, leaving a neat circumference of pebbles in his wake.
And say what you like about him, but the job, while lazily done, is done with surprising precision, and the distance between each stone and the next is as equal as Jack can make it. Whistling softly under his breath, he continues in the direction Flora had pointed, assuming that at some point he'll either come upon the duo and their pony... or he won't.
Jack hurries the fuck up.
And say what you like about him, but the job, while lazily done, is done with surprising precision, and the distance between each stone and the next is as equal as Jack can make it. Whistling softly under his breath, he continues in the direction Flora had pointed, assuming that at some point he'll either come upon the duo and their pony... or he won't.
Jack hurries the fuck up.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
