JACK
Jack's eyes narrow at the dinghy comment, his hand pressing against his chest as if Colt has gravely wounded him. "She won't thank you for that," he calls back, referring of course to the ship whose deck he stands upon. "An' as fun as I imagine it'd be to emasculate cattle - you shut up too, you ain't goin'-" he snips over his shoulder at the man in the too-short Ludo rags, "-we're outta here in the mornin'. Oh - watch your back."
The last comment is due to another couple of sailors bustling past Colt with a box of assorted fabrics and feathers and card and elastic, and they hustle up The Ark's gangplank to the renewed cheering of the rest of the crew. "Don't s'pose you know how to make a passable Ludo costume?" Jack drawls. "These fucks'll be at it all night an' it'll still look more like a deflated sail."
The last comment is due to another couple of sailors bustling past Colt with a box of assorted fabrics and feathers and card and elastic, and they hustle up The Ark's gangplank to the renewed cheering of the rest of the crew. "Don't s'pose you know how to make a passable Ludo costume?" Jack drawls. "These fucks'll be at it all night an' it'll still look more like a deflated sail."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
