what good would it be on the far side of things?

JACK

"My crew? Vocal? No idea where they got that from," Jack murmurs, his tone airy even as his eyes flick up to the deck again on his way past, as if to ensure said vocal crew haven't decided to fuck around without him on board. He knows they won't have - he doesn't even need Murph up there to crack the whip, not with the importance of keeping vigilant after the pool party today.

Humming a note of acceptance under his breath to hear Flora brush off what she'd been halfway to thinking and saying, if the captain tries to pry a little harder at her mind for a second or two with his magic, so be it. He gets nothing, regardless - apart from her comprehensive thoughts on ghost girl activities, of course, something which has a laugh huffing from his lips. "Mm, well. You were briefly a ghost girl, so if anyone has experience in the matter, it's you."

Glancing briefly to the space where he knows Flora is standing, Jack listens to her offer and then scoffs, taking the peppermint bark from his lips and flicking it into the water. "Rather'n talkin' to myself up there?" He raises his eyebrows at The Ark, before inclining his head and starting up the gangplank. "As you like."

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!