i want to taste you again
Were it the sort of thing said out loud, Jack might have kindly slipped a knife between Zahir's ribs for painting him with the moniker of pirate. Alas, it is neither the time nor the place (or the context) for Jack to explain to aer in no uncertain terms why he was not, and would never be, the sort of businessman to rub elbows with the types of grubby peasants who liked to blow holes in his ship.
And so whileNaseem and Flora flirt about - and the former wouldn't be wrong about him following in the Doubletake's wake, though not even Jack can say why these days - the good captain busies himself with a last ditch investigation, letting the broken bottle slip from his fingers. "Torchline's full of places for a couple of entrepreneurs to make their fortune," he rumbles, straightening up (giving up, in truth) at last.
"An' while there's a lot more like the two of us, none of 'em quite come up to par." Said with an air of easy confidence, Jack gazes back towards the shorline. "Got enough liquor for a good night on deck of The Ark," he continues. "If there are any takers."
And so while
"An' while there's a lot more like the two of us, none of 'em quite come up to par." Said with an air of easy confidence, Jack gazes back towards the shorline. "Got enough liquor for a good night on deck of The Ark," he continues. "If there are any takers."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
