JACK
Now, whilst the crew might be easily distracted (and directed) by the exuberant beauty of the two young women on board, not to mention their apparent connection with their captain, they are still, in fact, a very capable band. As such, as Calypso and Nova decide on their repurposing project, the men are able to dispose of the rest of the broken crates, frayed canvas and other dud supplies (you know, the actual job). But once that's done, boy do they appreciate the girls' creativity.
As such, the Marin women will find their collection of molotovs very much approved, a few of the crew even pitching in to help and providing a large crate to store them. Once it looks as though that's finished, one of the burlier sailors collects the crate to take it back aboard.
Meanwhile, Jack leads Vesper across to the main mast, where a flurry of activity with the rigging and rope suggests something big is happening. And as The Ark's mainsail, sunbleached but still retaining some of its colour, is let down and untacked, perhaps the task will become obvious. A few crew work to fold and dispose of the old sail (which will also likely be repurposed) while a few others bring the new canvas forward, this one freshly dyed in the deep, rust red of the setting sun. "Follow their lead to tack 'er up," Jack says, nodding to the young demigod.
Then it's back to the side of the ship where Jack catches sight of the molotovs with a raise of his brows, before directing his attention back to the firecracker minds of Caly and Nova. "Nicely done," he says, before nodding to the water. "You're down there next."
Vesper has been tasked with helping the crew replace The Ark's mainsail! The crew will do the majority of the work in attaching it - they'll just be asking him to do heavy lifting and hold it in place.
Calypso and Nova are heading into the water to scrape barnacles off the bottome of the hull - lucky them! They will be provided with cloud manta jewels to breathe, all the tools they need, and there will be plenty of crew joining them (you know, if they decide to fuck around instead).
As such, the Marin women will find their collection of molotovs very much approved, a few of the crew even pitching in to help and providing a large crate to store them. Once it looks as though that's finished, one of the burlier sailors collects the crate to take it back aboard.
Meanwhile, Jack leads Vesper across to the main mast, where a flurry of activity with the rigging and rope suggests something big is happening. And as The Ark's mainsail, sunbleached but still retaining some of its colour, is let down and untacked, perhaps the task will become obvious. A few crew work to fold and dispose of the old sail (which will also likely be repurposed) while a few others bring the new canvas forward, this one freshly dyed in the deep, rust red of the setting sun. "Follow their lead to tack 'er up," Jack says, nodding to the young demigod.
Then it's back to the side of the ship where Jack catches sight of the molotovs with a raise of his brows, before directing his attention back to the firecracker minds of Caly and Nova. "Nicely done," he says, before nodding to the water. "You're down there next."
Vesper has been tasked with helping the crew replace The Ark's mainsail! The crew will do the majority of the work in attaching it - they'll just be asking him to do heavy lifting and hold it in place.
Calypso and Nova are heading into the water to scrape barnacles off the bottome of the hull - lucky them! They will be provided with cloud manta jewels to breathe, all the tools they need, and there will be plenty of crew joining them (you know, if they decide to fuck around instead).
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
