[SE] You think

JACK

"Oh, is that how it works?" Jack scoffs, the beginnings of a smirk curling across his lips before the expression vanishes entirely. Nope. At even the first hint of stormy heat, of fingertip bruising and the flush of feeling that goes along with the sort of acrobatics that require minimal clothing - if any - the captain snaps down his mental shutters against Colt's barrage of thoughts. Props to the cougar, honestly, and he's sure Vesper had a lovely time as well, but apparently there's a step too close for Jack.

Instead, he focuses on his work with the fabric (looks like he'll be able to do his own touch ups to his cloak), straightening only once it's pinned and trimmed to his satisfaction. "Yeah? If you like that, find me a sail to stitch an' I'll really impress you," he drawls, shifting out of his own makeshift cloak and retreating to sit on a barrel and inspect it as well.

"No shit. No idea how that could've happened, what with fatherin' him an' all," he says dryly, eyebrows raised across at Colt as if to ask if she's being obtuse on purpose. "Then again," he concedes, "I s'pose Safrin could've had him look any way she liked. Him an' the girls."

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!