JACK
"Bit of both," Jack admits; as the spirals of glass reach their zenith, delicate and near molten, the captain switches elements on a dime, fire for ice, and the structure runs through with delicate cracks that refract the starlight in dazzling lines. "Some got too many ties here not to be able to come into port regularly. Others..." He shrugs. Others didn't like a ship that could catch fire on a whim, apparently. And a few had started to doubt his ability as a captain, so they had to go.
Reaching into a pocket for his cigarettes, Jack doesn't bother with a matchbook for the first time in his life; the smoke is already aglow at the tip before it even reaches his lips. "Ain't 'bout what I want, s'whether you reckon you can handle it," he says. "S'just a list of useful names. You can do with 'em whatever you want. Nothin', if that's what you choose. But it's there if you want it."
Whether or not it gives a tether to Torchline, it's not as if Jack is going to make himself a regular on the beaches for that kind of leash to be pulled. And as Vesper has already surmised, the rumour mill will turn with his name whether or not he's there to hear it.
Reaching into a pocket for his cigarettes, Jack doesn't bother with a matchbook for the first time in his life; the smoke is already aglow at the tip before it even reaches his lips. "Ain't 'bout what I want, s'whether you reckon you can handle it," he says. "S'just a list of useful names. You can do with 'em whatever you want. Nothin', if that's what you choose. But it's there if you want it."
Whether or not it gives a tether to Torchline, it's not as if Jack is going to make himself a regular on the beaches for that kind of leash to be pulled. And as Vesper has already surmised, the rumour mill will turn with his name whether or not he's there to hear it.
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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