tell that devil

JACK

”You ain’t me,” Jack points out, ”an’ this sure as shit ain’t The Ark.” Having been forced to pause in front of her given that she’s quite suddenly obstructing his attempt to get her the fuck out of his ship’s path - right of way or no right of way - the captain can do little more than raise his eyebrows, as if asking whether this is really something she’s going to make happen.

”No?” he repeats with a raise of his eyebrows, scoffing and giving an exaggerated gesture for her to go ahead before taking a half-step back so she can rifle through all the belongings she’d literally asked him to return. ”Right,” Jack drawls, ”as if you wouldn’t show the fuck up on deck whenever you wanted regardless. Ironic for someone who’s suddenly hot shit about gettin’ permission to board.”

As for the parchment, Jack’s smile is sly and not entirely warm as he regards her with eyes the colour of the ocean to either side of her sailboat. ”In my back pocket where it’s been for a while,” he says. ”If you want it so bad, you can take it from me yourself. I’ll wait - I don’t mind.”

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky