there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Y'know, I was hopin' you'd say as much," Jack rumbles, something like relief easing the tight line of his jaw, and he accepts the offered cigarette with a grunt of thanks, letting his hands drop from trying to find his own. Sunjata's mind is like deep, still water; he's seen it turbulent and churning, but today, blessedly, its ripples are only small.
"My first mate'll sort a berth for us, give the Ark a permanent bit of Castaway to settle in when she makes port," he says, shaking his head at the offer of the lighter - the cigarette is already alight before it reaches his lips. "I can scope the place out, but if you know of any sailors lookin' for work, send 'em my way. An' you can start a tab for me at the House of Midnight, if you'd be so kind."
The rest will take time. The rest needs to take time, else it will all burn to ribbons before Jack has a chance to find his footing. "You down here for shits and giggles, or...?" He gestures to the marketplace.
"My first mate'll sort a berth for us, give the Ark a permanent bit of Castaway to settle in when she makes port," he says, shaking his head at the offer of the lighter - the cigarette is already alight before it reaches his lips. "I can scope the place out, but if you know of any sailors lookin' for work, send 'em my way. An' you can start a tab for me at the House of Midnight, if you'd be so kind."
The rest will take time. The rest needs to take time, else it will all burn to ribbons before Jack has a chance to find his footing. "You down here for shits and giggles, or...?" He gestures to the marketplace.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
