JACK
Jack would like it to be known that he did not volunteer for this. (Why the fuck would he ever volunteer for this?) But one of his crew did, and Bassian - big, stupid, helpful Bassian - would have been thrilled to partake in cow and horms for a day or two whilst they were docked at King's End.
Alas, the large man had decided to trip and fall over a heavy coil of rope the evening before, badly spraining his ankle. Normally that wouldn't have been enough to have Jack going in his stead, but by gods, the whining. Both in his thoughts and without, paired with hearing Colt mentioned, and the captain is now present in body if not in spirit.
With an expression like thunder, he grunts a greeting to those gathered and tips his hat - the same one he wore at the rodeo, yes - towards Colt, before approaching the remaining steed. Mean he can do, because the feeling is fucking mutual, and it's with a steady, quiet glance over the horse (wherein he's absolutely skimming as much information about getting on and staying on as he can from the surrounding minds) that he eventually hauls himself up into Biscuit's saddle.
Jack arrives, hating every second of it, and mounts Biscuit!
Alas, the large man had decided to trip and fall over a heavy coil of rope the evening before, badly spraining his ankle. Normally that wouldn't have been enough to have Jack going in his stead, but by gods, the whining. Both in his thoughts and without, paired with hearing Colt mentioned, and the captain is now present in body if not in spirit.
With an expression like thunder, he grunts a greeting to those gathered and tips his hat - the same one he wore at the rodeo, yes - towards Colt, before approaching the remaining steed. Mean he can do, because the feeling is fucking mutual, and it's with a steady, quiet glance over the horse (wherein he's absolutely skimming as much information about getting on and staying on as he can from the surrounding minds) that he eventually hauls himself up into Biscuit's saddle.
Jack arrives, hating every second of it, and mounts Biscuit!
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
