don't sell your heart

JACK

"Selfish?" Jack echoes, and the smile that plays across his lips is a little easier to consider it that way. "It is easier, but I'll still remember it." And if the last nice thing Flora had done for him resulted in her presence tattooed permanently onto his skin, who knows what he might do with this one? Something for her to consider inthe coming days and weeks, perhaps.

Accepting the blanket in lieu of her warmth pressed against him, the captain follows her over to the towel sit down beside her, the blankets gathered around them and a chill wind howling across the shore to tousle his dark hair. "This is pretty miserable compared to Torchline's shores," he tells her, in case she hasn't noticed, though he accepts the spiked coffee readily enough and takes a cautious sip.

As for sailing through these waters? Jack lets out a low whistle. "Yes an' no," he says. "These places are treacherous to any ship. Never know what's lurkin' under the water, what might wreck your hull or tip you or beach you. That bein' said, there's a point of pride to say you've got the skill to even try." And as they both know, Jack is nothing if not a prideful creature.

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!