[Training] feelin' fantastic, i'm fuckin' fantastic

JACK

"You would never," Jack hisses, and were it anyone other than Flora, the threat to any of his personal possessions within his cabin would have merited more than a little knife throwing in retaliation. Still, he relaxes in gentle tide of her emotions, golden and warm as they are, the captain leaning casually against one wall so he might replace the knife in his boot before straightening up once again.

"In fairness, they never hit that hard before," he says of the birthday death threats, Jack smirking and shrugging his shoulders. "Once you've had one, you've had a hundred. It's only when people start actin' on 'em that I get antsy." She does have a very good point, though, and he wonders if the count will go down thanks to his actual demise out in the Greatwood. Time would tell.

Flora dramatically glances over her shoulder and Jack takes the opportunity to snag an arm around her waist, drawing her possessively if not gently against him; regardless of the presents on offer, he evidently has one in particular he's keen to open, especially since they've been quite hands off with one another since the encounter with Pierce. "Careful, Flora," he fires back in a low voice. "Also, if I might be so bold, I reckon you'd be more upset at not bein' able to give me gifts than I would be at not receivin' any."

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky