there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
The Ark could use a new mainsail in reality, the ruddy fabric charred in more places than Jack wants to really look at, but that's a job for Deepfrost. It's a job that shouldn't be difficult to complete either, given the plethora of businesses afloat in the Castaway Exchange. Either way, it's not a today problem. Nor is the char along the mast or the sorry shape of the rigging - today is for finding a place to drop anchor and to get a real strong drink, and very little else.
The first they manage within only a few moments, though Jack knows they'll have to have a word with he doesn't really give a fuck who to arrange a berth for the following season. Appearing on deck in a charcoal shirt that looks slept in (because it is) and with his hair down and tousled, he has a quick word with Murphy to do just that before the gangplank is slamming down and the crew are beginning to file off.
Jack notices Sunjata, not by telepathy but by sight, and he steps off The Ark and tosses a lazy salute to the Flood. "Room for one more at King's End?" he asks, fishing in his pockets for cigarettes. "No, I ain't talkin' about it."
The first they manage within only a few moments, though Jack knows they'll have to have a word with he doesn't really give a fuck who to arrange a berth for the following season. Appearing on deck in a charcoal shirt that looks slept in (because it is) and with his hair down and tousled, he has a quick word with Murphy to do just that before the gangplank is slamming down and the crew are beginning to file off.
Jack notices Sunjata, not by telepathy but by sight, and he steps off The Ark and tosses a lazy salute to the Flood. "Room for one more at King's End?" he asks, fishing in his pockets for cigarettes. "No, I ain't talkin' about it."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
