it's turning, burning in my veins

JACK

Alas, Flora, Jack has been at this game for a long time now, and however sugary sweet the affection that suffuses her thoughts and however rich the bloom of her success, he can absolutely pick out the needles of pain beneath it all. Nevertheless, all that is to say that she successfully gets his attention, the good captain having been dealing with a little bit of business some distance down the docks, but not too far from the ruddy red sails of his ship. And as soon as Flora comes into range, Jack is making his excuses and peeling himself away from the conversation, seeking her out through the crowd like a dowsing rod.

Dressed, naturally, in the coat tailored specifically to him by Flora's rather handsy acquaintance in Haulani, the black leather has been left open to show the midnight blue shirt he wears beneath, the garment billowing in his wake as he approaches her from behind. "I s'pose congratulations are in order, love?" He drawls, slipping an arm around her waist to draw her back against him, head tilting ever so slightly to take in the scrapes and bruises. "No casualties, I take?" None that she cares about anyway; that's what he assumes from the flavour of her thoughts.

"This calls for a drink, I reckon. Your place or mine?" The Hanged Man certainly has a better selection of liquor, but his cabin has the benefit of some healing water. And a bed. And a lock on the door.

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!