the wild wild sea talking sweet to me

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Having to steady himself in the way his own mind suddenly goes into freefall in an echo of Flora's, Jack blinks the world back into real focus and shifts enough that she might sit more comfortably in his lap, simultaneously drawing up a block on her mind like a gentle hand to keep the worst of her emotions at bay. "We'll stay as long as you want, love," he decides, understanding implicitly the need to control at least something about the day to come. The houseboat with her parchment and her compass will presumably still be bobbing around out there whenever they set off.

The sudden fire in Flora's thoughts catches him off guard, Jack glancing down at her to see her bathed in the radiance of dawn, her hair like spun gold, her eyes molten in these first rays of light. "I do," he tells her, his voice soft against the tumble of the waves against the shore. "I love you."

are the angels on their way
i’m in the dirt