"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.
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.