[se] disclosure

JACK

Later, in the confines of his bed (or from Mort's realm, perhaps, who can tell at the moment), Jack will reflect on the pure luck that prevented the vine from snapping his neck entirely with the force it yanks him up and into the canopy of the jungle. With teeth clenched around what little air remains in his lungs, one of the captain's hands instinctively goes for the vine squeezing his throat, even as his air magic lances to and fro to try and sever its grip.

It's probably the magic, too, that causes Flora's knives to go off the mark, by which time, hello, another vine has come to latch around Jack's arm. There's a sharp crack - it's his wrist, not that he can tell anyone about it - before the Doubletake's blades come back to finish the job Jack has started. Able to hitch in a lungful of fresh air (and finding himself dangling from broken bones, but more on that later), at least the captain doesn't waste a moment.

"Flora, run," he bellows in a voice suited to yelling across the busy deck of a ship. Meanwhile both air and water attempt to freeze and slice him free, as well as batting away any other too friendly nether vines coming to investigate.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!