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JACK

"Oh, boy," Jack drawls sarcastically, though the smirk playing across his lips and the amusement in his eyes makes his expression warmer now than it ever has been. Perhaps he wouldn't even consider it bothering him too much at this point, and perhaps that in itself would drive Flora to lose interest in him. And while once upon a time, the captain would have relished such a welcome reprieve from the Doubletake's antics, now he might resent losing them, just a little bit.

Tilting his head at her response - he had taught her the rules, indeed, but even Jack couldn't have anticipated Flora being such a natural - even as he senses, in the back of his mind, what she's about to do, of course he's heedless but to allow it. Clasping her closer against him, to the rest of the crew and passengers it will seem like another typical makeout session between a couple too focused on themselves to care about the world around them, but the sails do fall and calm, so... who knows, maybe they are good luck.

"How fortuitous that there's a great captain on board," he purrs as he parts from her lips. Somewhere deep in the recesses of Jack's core, a mocking little voice might be saying something like don't make me fall in love with you, Flora, but it's far too distant for him to notice or care.

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