don't sell your heart

JACK

Flora will know by now that what Jack lacks in appetite when it comes to lavish spreads of food or even the chance to drink until the world spins to nothing, he more than makes up for with a propensity for sleeping. It's true that his slumber is usually quite light, but he's liable to stay put in his bunk if there's no immediate need to rise. Add in the bitingly cold nature of the region they're currently visiting, and she'll find it very easy indeed to escape without his notice.

And when he does rise, note or no note, it still takes a little while for him to peel himself out of the warmth towards the deck. Flora is a blanket-clad speck on the bay in the distance, but since she'd insisted (even if she's gone as far as to use the word surprise, which naturally puts him on edge), Jack makes his way off the ship towards her.

His boots crunch through the black sand, and the misty morning and the distant glaciers can keep their fucking cinematics; still sleepy and bundled in a heavy coat with gloved hands jammed in his pockets, Jack arrives at the pretty box and all but pouts across at Flora. "You couldn't have done this on the ship?" he calls out as a good morning, before crouching before the box to open the gift.

it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!