it's not your fault that you're always wrong
What Jack is after, this time, is conveniently around the Brittlebone Bridge, but unlike last time, he has absolutely zero intentions of going into the Oerwoud himself. (Not directly, anyway). And so, letting The Ark hover above the bridge and its curtains of rope-like vines and fuck knows what other horrors, the captain has thrown thick rope over the sides of the hull, allowing his crew the pleasure of the danger.
Waiting for them to descend and collect the (very last, he imagines, given the state of the place) packages left for pick-up, he leans against the railing and furrows his brow. "This is gonna spill towards Torchline before long," he says, more conversation than warning, and he's sure the queen is well aware of it herself already.
Waiting for them to descend and collect the (very last, he imagines, given the state of the place) packages left for pick-up, he leans against the railing and furrows his brow. "This is gonna spill towards Torchline before long," he says, more conversation than warning, and he's sure the queen is well aware of it herself already.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
