JACK
Also on the outskirts of the proceedings - though that's more because he's not a floatie kind of guy than because he doesn't appreciate the little mirewyrm (he does, in a twisted, fuck off kind of way), Jack stands in the shade of a large parasol, nursing an iced glass of rum that never appears to be in danger of melting, his body angled partially away from the festivities.
In the near distance, The Ark bobs in the deeper water, the glint and sparkle of something every now and then showing the use of a spyglass to keep abreast of what's happening. One signal to Murphy will have the ship on its way, but Jack doesn't plan to get any closer to the man who had murdered him in cold blood unless it's to return the favour.
And since that's about as likely as Starfall getting up, excusing itself, and taking itself back into space, he'll settle for getting slowly drunk instead.
In the near distance, The Ark bobs in the deeper water, the glint and sparkle of something every now and then showing the use of a spyglass to keep abreast of what's happening. One signal to Murphy will have the ship on its way, but Jack doesn't plan to get any closer to the man who had murdered him in cold blood unless it's to return the favour.
And since that's about as likely as Starfall getting up, excusing itself, and taking itself back into space, he'll settle for getting slowly drunk instead.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
