JACK
Flora isn't wrong - her vibrant red and gold pennant is certainly a distress signal for any passing sailors. More specifically, though, that particular banner usually signals man overboard, which will absolutely explain the sudden flurry of activity that she'll notice aboard The Ark. The Sugar Tide isn't exactly a difficult ship to recognise, and with her captain being, you know, the Queen of fucking Torchline, not to mention someone the majority of the crew know quite well, it's no wonder that they get right to work.
It's no wonder either that Jack appears at the prow of his ship, knuckles white against the railing, telepathy screaming across his crew for any sign that Flora is the one who has taken a tumble from her vessel. As he spots her, though, bold and smug and very much in the way (and within shouting distance, he might add), the captain groans and all but sags against the rail, forehead pressed to his folded arms.
He might have escaped Starfall unscathed - very much unscathed other than a faint scattering of bruises across his shoulders, thanks to demigodly healing - but he's still covered in dirt, debris, and an unpleasant spray of spider ichor, and he's fucking tired after the extended use of magic. Taking in a deep breath and forcing himself to straighten up, all battered Kingmaker leather and weary scowls, he allows The Ark to drift to a majestic hover beside her.
"You lost a date overboard or somethin'?" he wants to know, tilting his head and gesturing through the cloud cover. "Hate to say it, love, but if they fell from this distance, you ain't gettin' 'em back."
It's no wonder either that Jack appears at the prow of his ship, knuckles white against the railing, telepathy screaming across his crew for any sign that Flora is the one who has taken a tumble from her vessel. As he spots her, though, bold and smug and very much in the way (and within shouting distance, he might add), the captain groans and all but sags against the rail, forehead pressed to his folded arms.
He might have escaped Starfall unscathed - very much unscathed other than a faint scattering of bruises across his shoulders, thanks to demigodly healing - but he's still covered in dirt, debris, and an unpleasant spray of spider ichor, and he's fucking tired after the extended use of magic. Taking in a deep breath and forcing himself to straighten up, all battered Kingmaker leather and weary scowls, he allows The Ark to drift to a majestic hover beside her.
"You lost a date overboard or somethin'?" he wants to know, tilting his head and gesturing through the cloud cover. "Hate to say it, love, but if they fell from this distance, you ain't gettin' 'em back."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
