[SE] [Training] the one you don't see comin'

JACK

Cranberry dayquerries, Jack might have mouthed to himself, were he not able to snatch the image of the cocktail Nova is thinking about from her mind. Ah. Right. "Makes sense. Those use white rum as well," he says, frosting his own glass with ice and taking a quick sip of it, letting the burn trickle down his throat to bloom its warmth into his chest.

It takes a lot to surprise the captain, but Nova's thoughts flash so quick that it's hard to keep up, especially given how quickly she acts on them. Before he's so much as lowered his glass from his lips, her okay! trills through the group at large and she's sauntering into the fray, putting herself opposite a very wary looking Murphy.

His first mate flashes him a glance that's a mix of confusion and a petition for further instruction, and Jack abandons both of their glasses of rum on the side of the fountain to clear his throat and step forward. "A few, yeah," he rumbles. "C'mere. You can practice with me 'fore I let you go swingin' at my crew. Don't want you knockin' 'em all on their asses too quick."

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky