JACK
"If we're talkin' about stoppin' you, I think knowin' about it isn't the bit you should be worried about," Jack points out, though to be honst, he's more interested in trying to get onto semi-solid ground than planning out Flora's imaginary mutiny. Ah yes, the queen of Torchline just wanted to captain a ship all along, or something. "I've got my uses," he agrees, glancing around to follow her gaze to the ladder and scoffing at the sight of his bloody-nosed bosun, as it happens. "A'right, well I didn't cause any casualties," he corrects, as if that's what had mattered.
Following suit and stomping the remaining snow from his boots as they reach the cave systems, Jack tugs off his gloves and pockets them before peering around at the glossy black walls of the Fangs. "Riddles?" he drawls, rolling his eyes. "Well this was a wasted trip. May as well just scout around for today anyway." And, yes, go to the hotsprings Flora had mentioned; Jack has rescued their bag of supplies after the snowball fight ended, shifting its weight on his shoulder.
"Any preference of direction?"
Following suit and stomping the remaining snow from his boots as they reach the cave systems, Jack tugs off his gloves and pockets them before peering around at the glossy black walls of the Fangs. "Riddles?" he drawls, rolling his eyes. "Well this was a wasted trip. May as well just scout around for today anyway." And, yes, go to the hotsprings Flora had mentioned; Jack has rescued their bag of supplies after the snowball fight ended, shifting its weight on his shoulder.
"Any preference of direction?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
