JACK
"That so? I'll let the Marins know - I bet they'll be thrilled." One of them definitely would be at least - and Nova probably would have laughed at his joke, which Jack still isn't sure would make things better or worse. Still, he rewards her sly amusement with a flat look that she'll be all too used to, though luckily for them both, her thoughts soften to affection right at the time his pot of coffee arrives, Jack reaching for his cup on autopilot.
"Yeah? You gonna have him swab your deck, huh?" He hums with a filthy smirk, evidently more than used to this banter when it comes to Bassian. Both of them know it would never happen, and especially not now - where Flora had once been able to successfully fluster the big sailor with merely a look, now his affection for her is almost familial. Besides, he'd be too shit scared of the repercussions for fucking his captain's ex.
As for ships and their omens and traditions, Jack - stirring at least three times the sane amount of sugar into his coffee - stares at Flora indignantly. "Of course people actually do that. How else you gonna appease the sea gods?" he wants to know. "You leave an offerin' for Ludo, Frey an' Safrin, you christen your ship and you announce her name." Duh, Flora.
Sobering a little as the conversation turns to whatever shenanigans she pulls with his crew, Jack conjures a tiny breeze over his cup to cool the liquid down, shaking his head with wry acceptance. "Invisible? On your head be it. Crew's good, but they ain't that good."
"Yeah? You gonna have him swab your deck, huh?" He hums with a filthy smirk, evidently more than used to this banter when it comes to Bassian. Both of them know it would never happen, and especially not now - where Flora had once been able to successfully fluster the big sailor with merely a look, now his affection for her is almost familial. Besides, he'd be too shit scared of the repercussions for fucking his captain's ex.
As for ships and their omens and traditions, Jack - stirring at least three times the sane amount of sugar into his coffee - stares at Flora indignantly. "Of course people actually do that. How else you gonna appease the sea gods?" he wants to know. "You leave an offerin' for Ludo, Frey an' Safrin, you christen your ship and you announce her name." Duh, Flora.
Sobering a little as the conversation turns to whatever shenanigans she pulls with his crew, Jack conjures a tiny breeze over his cup to cool the liquid down, shaking his head with wry acceptance. "Invisible? On your head be it. Crew's good, but they ain't that good."
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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