sinking

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

"Good as new," Jack supplies as he feels her concern about his injuries, the captain tugging at the already loose collar of his shirt enough for her to see the way he's not even marked from the encounter with the boggart - not thanks to Safrin. "She flew in," he repeats, raising an eyebrow as she suddenly recoils into herself, a gesture that has him sighing deeply and finishing the rest of his coffee as if needing the liquor in it more than the caffeine.

"She wanted three," he supplies. "Children, I mean. So I renegotiated." And voila, look at his ship now, all for the low, low cost of actual lives. (#worth, says Jack). "We shook hands, if knowin' will put a smile back on your face. That's it. A handshake, a business meetin'. Happened in a dream, so it's not like I was even really there to begin with."

Hearing about no one pissing her off and her penchant for running does not, unsurprisingly, convince Jack of anything, though he's learned not to bring up Flora's other boyfriends love life unless he's really in the mood to be bombarded by emotions, or for her to storm off. "Well, if you want to run back towards the port, that's your decision. I'll be walkin'," he tells her.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead