JACK
Jack does not have a carafe of iced fruit juice. Jack has a flask of spiced rum with an alcohol content of might go blind, and he’s planning for it to be empty by the time he’s done with this. The Ark has enough crew to compensate, after all, and if they don’t, that’s a risk the captain is willing to take. ”Apopo an’ Aumakua? Fine with me,” he says, adjusting his sunglasses against the glare of the sunlight and offering a sharp whistle behind him.
A couple of sailors grab up the basket of shells they’ll be responsible for yeeting over the side of the ship, carting it off to the galleon waiting nearby, and with only a parting salute to the rest of their rag-tag little gang, Jack will also take his leave. Maybe he’ll even come back when it’s all done - only time and liquor will tell, though.
A couple of sailors grab up the basket of shells they’ll be responsible for yeeting over the side of the ship, carting it off to the galleon waiting nearby, and with only a parting salute to the rest of their rag-tag little gang, Jack will also take his leave. Maybe he’ll even come back when it’s all done - only time and liquor will tell, though.
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
- Click for The Ark!
