there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Having been absorbed in his thoughts about the changes he'd need to make to his little boat, Jack's glare at the crow's nest has become almost vindictive (it's not, that's just how he looks), and the sound of a voice barking out is almost a welcome distraction. His head snaps down towards the harbour, an eyebrow raising as he focuses upon the fair-haired youth shouting up at him, and--
Nothing.
At least his expression isn't visible in detail from this far up, and he's able to master it back into something like neutrality as he flings volleys of probing telepathy towards the man, attempting to batter his way through. In the mean time, though, he's been spoken to. "Aye," he calls back, easy as you like. "Just touched back down." He assumes - he has to assume - that the stranger hadn't been around to see it, hence his asking.
Nothing.
At least his expression isn't visible in detail from this far up, and he's able to master it back into something like neutrality as he flings volleys of probing telepathy towards the man, attempting to batter his way through. In the mean time, though, he's been spoken to. "Aye," he calls back, easy as you like. "Just touched back down." He assumes - he has to assume - that the stranger hadn't been around to see it, hence his asking.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
