all islands in a common sea

JACK

Jack's expression doesn't change, not until the seedy merchant has backed all the way the fuck up and is making a swift departure; only then does his lip curl in disgust. "I'll have Murph get a list of all the merchants we're affiliated with," he says offhandedly. "Only riggin' that pissant was interested in was the stuff holdin' up your tits." Rolling his eyes and pushing his sunglasses back up, he steps a little closer so they're more obviously having a conversation than calling to each other across the pier.

And the captain doesn't hide his smirk as he feels the golden light flood Flora's thoughts; silent for a beat, it's the mental equivalent of reaching out a hand to feel the sunny warmth soak into his skin. Once he's had his fill, he blinks back into focus to hear more about the famed Cordillera. "Closest I reckon I've come is that time we sailed up to Halo," he says. "Risk ain't worth the reward up there for the likes of me. An' until it is, The Ark is stayin' outta there."

That being said though, he gestures to The Sugar Tide. "From what I've heard the riggin' you got is fine for it. Weather ain't the problem up there, it's what's in the sky that'll fuck you up." Danger, here there be dragons, and all that.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky