JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"They almost did, with the way they took that last fuckin' bend," Jack informs her, and whilst she's no sailor and won't know the first thing about why he's pissed off at the ship long gone behind them, he's still liable to tell her all about it since there's no one else to appreciate their incompetence. Luckily he's distracted by knowing exactly why they're here, the captain soon stripped to the waist and grabbing up the bag again to head deeper into the hotsprings.
Once he's found a suitable place (read: a flat rock) to dump his belongings onto, it's with a long, deep breath that he runs both hands back through his hair. The movement leaves a fine layer of frost in its wake, courtesy of his water magic, for however short-lived the relief will be. At least it clears the captain's mind long enough to go about Doing His Part, though he can't see shit through the mist as he approaches the edge of one of the springs.
Crouching to unlace his boots, he raises a sharp eyebrow up at Flora and her endless amusement. "Do I look like the type of person in need of a spa day?" he drawls.
Once he's found a suitable place (read: a flat rock) to dump his belongings onto, it's with a long, deep breath that he runs both hands back through his hair. The movement leaves a fine layer of frost in its wake, courtesy of his water magic, for however short-lived the relief will be. At least it clears the captain's mind long enough to go about Doing His Part, though he can't see shit through the mist as he approaches the edge of one of the springs.
Crouching to unlace his boots, he raises a sharp eyebrow up at Flora and her endless amusement. "Do I look like the type of person in need of a spa day?" he drawls.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
