JACK
"Be quiet," Jack mutters in response to the barrage of nothing thoughts, his own voice soft enough that it's entirely possible that Flora won't even hear it. As the Doubletake approaches and reaches out for his broken wrist, it's with a sudden curse that sounds loud even to his own ears that Jack grabs for (with his good hand, of course) a conch shell sitting in the sand, only to launch it angrily out into the waves as if the Ark will just see it and magically be there for them to climb aboard.
"This is fuckin' bullshit," he hisses, the words spat between clenched teeth, and whether or not he has the energy to propel them back out to the ship is suddenly irrelevant. The crew aren't privy to any loss of control by the captain, unless it's well-placed fury or sharp vengeance. This, though? They don't get to see this, and so he might as well get comfortable on the beach until he recovers enough to think straight.
That leaves Flora, though. "Didn't take you for a medic," he rumbles to her as she goes to fashion a driftwood splint, Jack wiping the cold sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"This is fuckin' bullshit," he hisses, the words spat between clenched teeth, and whether or not he has the energy to propel them back out to the ship is suddenly irrelevant. The crew aren't privy to any loss of control by the captain, unless it's well-placed fury or sharp vengeance. This, though? They don't get to see this, and so he might as well get comfortable on the beach until he recovers enough to think straight.
That leaves Flora, though. "Didn't take you for a medic," he rumbles to her as she goes to fashion a driftwood splint, Jack wiping the cold sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
