sinking

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Because I'm an asshole, Jack might have said, but Flora already knows that much. Because if I say it's anything other than an inconvenience, then I might have to think about what it actually means to me, he might have added, and he doubts she knows that part, but luckily enough he's saved by the taste of her lips and the warmth of her arms around his neck. The don't in her thoughts isn't remotely echoed by her body, and so the captain pretends he hasn't heard it.

Everything can be okay as long as they're doing this, he decides. This is easy, this is fine, this is better than conversation anyway. Saying as much defeats the purpose, and so instead as he slowly draws back from her lips he's already letting his hands slip along the curve of her hips, as if to undo the hard work she'd put into getting herself dressed again. His gaze flickers over her shoulder, just brief enough to check they're still alone--

And he freezes.

"What the fuck is that," he murmurs, the words almost spoken directly against her mouth such is the lack of distance between them. In the distance, he swears he's spotted a sea panther prowling along the coastline, but it looks very, very wrong.

Then it roars with force enough to shake the sand beneath their feet.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead