[SE] You think

JACK

It's thanks to the nervousness of the other vendors that The Ark is able to berth this close to the Exchange; normally the galleon is left out in the deeper waters due to her size when compared to the floating market traders, but at this time of day and with this sort of weather on the horizon? She's free to take up as much space as she likes. The chorus of laughter, of course, comes from the scattered crew milling about on her main deck. The shout, though, comes from a large, well-muscled man in a raggedy outfit that is far too small, showing off quite a lot of bare thigh and threatening to give a peek at even more if he raises his arms too high.

"If that's what you reckon Ludo looks like," Jack calls at Bassian with a wince, "I ain't sure I'm ever leavin' another offerin' for good weather again." More laughter ripples across the crew, and the ship's captain peels himself away to lean against the railing whilst, it appears, a renewed wave of shitfuckery begins behind him under the guise of arts and crafts.

He spots Colt bathed in shadow and amber from the light of the slowly fading sun, Jack tilting his head to peer at her over the shade of his sunglasses before, once he's certain who he's seeing, he offers her a lazy salute in greeting.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!