All for boozy celebrations that are in sailing distance of the Ark, Jack appears alongside his crew fashionably late, but present. Bundled against the cold in a long coat and a black scarf knotted about his throat, the captain ghosts through the stalls as if he owns them, quiet if only to better hear the thoughts of all those milling around.
Some are more interesting than others, of course - here's looking at you Flora and Melita - and Jack migrates towards the Lucky Dip in pursuit of their mental voices above all else. But you know, while he's here, he might as well get a freebie.
Reaching into the barrel without making eye contact with either of the proprietors (he can't hear their thoughts at all, and it's unnerving at best), the captain draws back to examine his prize.
Jack has a go of the Lucky Dip!
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
