[SE] you'll call or alcohol?

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Nova's thoughts and feelings perk back up - not that they had gotten particularly dark even with her wounded pride and her thoughts about starting fights, let's be honest - and Jack is happy to ride the positivity especially as his ship comes back into view. Handing his half finished smoothie to the tall, burly man who has just set a few barrels of something down on the dock (he takes it with a grin as bright as Nova's), the captain pauses by the gangplank to regard his ship with her dark wood and crimson sails (and the topless visage of Safrin as a figurehead, of course).

"She was dead in the water in these docks," he explains. "Had been for months when I decided to take her on. Reckon she'd have been broken down for scrap within a season if I hadn't decided to clean her back up. Good thing in a way - meant I had time to learn to sail properly before she was seaworthy." Smirking, Jack glances across at Nova. "This is where I say I've gotta get back to work, by the way. But I'm sure you can find a way to amuse yourself for the afternoon."

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead