i want to taste you again
"Ain't it? Surprised no one's suggested buildin' a resort here," Jack drawls his agreement, though the sharp smirk on his face suggests that they could always construct housing and offer it to visitors to the region that they don't particularly like. And if said visitors happen to find themselves permanent residents of the island? So be it.
Stepping forward and crouching in the sand to collect some bones of his own, the captain removes a small burlap bag from his back pocket, holding it out for Melita to deposit her own findings. At the suspiciously hand-shaped remains, his brow furrows. "I dunno," he says honestly. "I haven't heard any stories about monsters livin' here - that shit tends to spread like wildfire."
That doesn't mean the danger necessarily has to live there, though. "I can see some people bringin' folks out here to get rid of 'em." To murder or to just bury bodies. Who would know the difference with the plants doing their thing?
Stepping forward and crouching in the sand to collect some bones of his own, the captain removes a small burlap bag from his back pocket, holding it out for Melita to deposit her own findings. At the suspiciously hand-shaped remains, his brow furrows. "I dunno," he says honestly. "I haven't heard any stories about monsters livin' here - that shit tends to spread like wildfire."
That doesn't mean the danger necessarily has to live there, though. "I can see some people bringin' folks out here to get rid of 'em." To murder or to just bury bodies. Who would know the difference with the plants doing their thing?
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
