JACK
"Mm, bound for King's End," Jack confirms. He doesn't say it, but the relief is there in the gentle way his shoulders relax, in the silent breath that escapes his lungs; Vesper hadn't asked why, at least not yet, and the captain hasn't had to answer. "Down to a skeleton crew," he continues, "but I got enough to make the trip. Can pick up some new hands at Castaway, with luck."
His sand castle is beginning to take on new details as they speak, grains of sand spiralling up towards the stars - and heating, turning into spindles of glass like narwhal horns in the night.
"I got deckhands ready to deliver the notice to all my important contacts before dawn. S'when we'll be headed out," he says, glancing sidelong at the boy. "I can give you the list if you reckon you could use it. Shit's gonna be bumpy for a bit when I'm gone." And who better to step in, if there's a space, than his own blood?
His sand castle is beginning to take on new details as they speak, grains of sand spiralling up towards the stars - and heating, turning into spindles of glass like narwhal horns in the night.
"I got deckhands ready to deliver the notice to all my important contacts before dawn. S'when we'll be headed out," he says, glancing sidelong at the boy. "I can give you the list if you reckon you could use it. Shit's gonna be bumpy for a bit when I'm gone." And who better to step in, if there's a space, than his own blood?
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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