JACK
The Ark arrives back in good time, sloping low in the air before gracefully kissing the surf, the starlight in her sails wisping out to allow wind and water to take over. Murphy sails her into her berth without complaint or difficulty, and whilst Jack might ordinarily have taken himself to his cabin, a flask of liquor and having to make yet another tour of the coastline has him wanting a change of scenery.
All of that is to say that he arrives with a few of the crew in tow, armed with bottles of booze, meat to roast over the fire and tales of flying fish and sirens and vehement old women. The captain doesn't have to do anything to fill the silence with their antics already unfolding, and he plops down onto one of the cushions to listen in comfortable silence.
All of that is to say that he arrives with a few of the crew in tow, armed with bottles of booze, meat to roast over the fire and tales of flying fish and sirens and vehement old women. The captain doesn't have to do anything to fill the silence with their antics already unfolding, and he plops down onto one of the cushions to listen in comfortable silence.
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!
