flora
While there might be something to be said about a telepath going to a mostly deserted island for a bit of peace and quiet, that isn't what Jack actually has coming his way.
Based on the placement of the Ark and the sudden snap of lightning the queen had a fairly good idea where to search for the captain—she'd been told that he'd taken himself away to the island that afternoon and it had taken the simplest of bribes to hop aboard a fishing vessel heading out that way— but still, she'd had to look for him. Dressed wildly inappropriately to be on a carnivorous island, Flora sported a pair of too-short denim shorts and a white bikini top, the entire ensemble pulled together by delicate golden chains that hung down between her breasts and then wrapped enticingly around her waist. Of course Jack won't be able to see this at first, even as the queen stumbles out of the foliage, having turned invisible to keep herself from being harassed by the local flora and fauna.
From 40ft out he'll feel the warmth of Flora's thoughts like a cloud finally passing over the sun; at 30ft that warmth will begin to be defined by starbursts of excitement and coloured by ultraviolet streaks of adrenaline and youthful affection; at 20ft the golden landscape of Flora's mind will be utterly Jack's to wander through though there's only one thought truly discernable based on how it outshines and eclipses any other idea that might try and take root: I've missed you. Over and over it dazzles and radiates, filling the Doubletake's chest with the overwhelming urge to laugh or scream with nervous delight until it detonates like a supernova as Jack finally comes into view. "Hey." The casual confidence she'd been aiming for is utterly swamped by her joy, and unless the captain stops her, Flora intends to run to him before leaping into his arms.
Based on the placement of the Ark and the sudden snap of lightning the queen had a fairly good idea where to search for the captain—she'd been told that he'd taken himself away to the island that afternoon and it had taken the simplest of bribes to hop aboard a fishing vessel heading out that way— but still, she'd had to look for him. Dressed wildly inappropriately to be on a carnivorous island, Flora sported a pair of too-short denim shorts and a white bikini top, the entire ensemble pulled together by delicate golden chains that hung down between her breasts and then wrapped enticingly around her waist. Of course Jack won't be able to see this at first, even as the queen stumbles out of the foliage, having turned invisible to keep herself from being harassed by the local flora and fauna.
From 40ft out he'll feel the warmth of Flora's thoughts like a cloud finally passing over the sun; at 30ft that warmth will begin to be defined by starbursts of excitement and coloured by ultraviolet streaks of adrenaline and youthful affection; at 20ft the golden landscape of Flora's mind will be utterly Jack's to wander through though there's only one thought truly discernable based on how it outshines and eclipses any other idea that might try and take root: I've missed you. Over and over it dazzles and radiates, filling the Doubletake's chest with the overwhelming urge to laugh or scream with nervous delight until it detonates like a supernova as Jack finally comes into view. "Hey." The casual confidence she'd been aiming for is utterly swamped by her joy, and unless the captain stops her, Flora intends to run to him before leaping into his arms.
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
