JACK
"An' now you do too," he points out, rubbing at his bloody eye as if it will make it easier to see. (Newsflash, it does not). He frowns after her as she goes marching off down the beach, and the words don't go are locked and loaded on his tongue before she speaks again, and the captain furrows his brow. "How'd you know I won't lie about it?" he mutters, before realising that helps precisely no one in this situation.
"'Bout 30ft, give or take," he supplies instead. "Just... I dunno, think shitty thoughts about me an' I'll tell you when it gets quiet." Waving her off, Jack shuffles in the sand to reach out for his coat slung over the side of the boat, feeling suddenly very cold and drawing it clumsily around his shoulders. (It's not like he could cram his splint through the sleeve, after all).
"Thanks, by the way. For..." He gestures at his neck and the whole nether-vine-choking-me-out situation. "That."
"'Bout 30ft, give or take," he supplies instead. "Just... I dunno, think shitty thoughts about me an' I'll tell you when it gets quiet." Waving her off, Jack shuffles in the sand to reach out for his coat slung over the side of the boat, feeling suddenly very cold and drawing it clumsily around his shoulders. (It's not like he could cram his splint through the sleeve, after all).
"Thanks, by the way. For..." He gestures at his neck and the whole nether-vine-choking-me-out situation. "That."
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!
