But then the beach is upon them and Jack lets himself step away from Flora, trudging across the sand until he can flop down to sit next to their rowboat. In the distance, the Ark is still a steady and visible presence, her ruddy sails fully down to keep her from drifting too far. Feeling far too dizzy and unsteady yet to row them back toward her, instead Jack examines his thoroughly fucked wrist. Hissing out a curse and biting back a grunt of pain as he gingerly touches it, as Flora calls out to him, it's unclear even to the captain whether he responds knowingly to her thoughts.
"What, Flora?" he mutters, trying to force his wrist to straighten out somewhat.
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.