JACK
See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Very content with the way the majority of the worshippers get gone in order for them to drop their shells, Jack takes the moment of peace to drain the last of his flask of liquor, pointedly keeping his eyes pinned on the tiny figure of the old woman as she prays (curses?) up at The Ark. The sketching acolyte, at least, is more or less left alone - and both are out of range of any dropped shells, so the captain considers that a job considerably well done.
"Aight, let's drop what we got and swing back 'round to the meetin' point," he calls to the crew, leaning breezily against the rail and accepting any shells brought to him to drop over the side, but not bothering to go and fetch any himself any longer. Murphy, for his part, is all too glad to be out of siren-infested mist and away from Apopo, and the galleon turns gracefully in the sky to catch a cross-breeze and make her way back.
The Ark turns to make her way back and finishes dropping her shells!
"Aight, let's drop what we got and swing back 'round to the meetin' point," he calls to the crew, leaning breezily against the rail and accepting any shells brought to him to drop over the side, but not bothering to go and fetch any himself any longer. Murphy, for his part, is all too glad to be out of siren-infested mist and away from Apopo, and the galleon turns gracefully in the sky to catch a cross-breeze and make her way back.
The Ark turns to make her way back and finishes dropping her shells!
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!
