JACK
"Atta girl," Jack says through a huff of laughter, the captain wincing through shrugging out of his coat and starting to unbutton his shirt so he can take real stock of the damage. A quick rummage in a drawer produces a few wayward dressings and a roll of bandages, untouched in a long time due to Torchline's magical potency when it comes to blood and guts.
"Might be Frey's backyard, but her shrine was here first I bet," he mutters, accepting the rum back and taking another swig of it before setting it down and starting to fuss with the dressings and look at the three nasty looking welts Vesper's new ability has gifted him. "Nice idea, though. Might have to get lighthouses to warn starwhales away from crashin' into the islands." As well as other skyships.
Nodding for Vesper to keep helping himself to the rum - and to the dressings, bandages, and anything else in the cabin if he's so inclined - Jack manages an indifferent shrug when it comes to how things are.
"It was good 'til the snows fuckin' showed up," he mutters, but no sailor worth their salt lets some inclement weather tell him what to do, and neither does Jack. "Place is well connected already, ready for shapin' by the right hands, an' while the leader might be in Frey's pocket, his morals are the right colour for what I plan to do. All in all, could be a lot fuckin' worse."
"Might be Frey's backyard, but her shrine was here first I bet," he mutters, accepting the rum back and taking another swig of it before setting it down and starting to fuss with the dressings and look at the three nasty looking welts Vesper's new ability has gifted him. "Nice idea, though. Might have to get lighthouses to warn starwhales away from crashin' into the islands." As well as other skyships.
Nodding for Vesper to keep helping himself to the rum - and to the dressings, bandages, and anything else in the cabin if he's so inclined - Jack manages an indifferent shrug when it comes to how things are.
"It was good 'til the snows fuckin' showed up," he mutters, but no sailor worth their salt lets some inclement weather tell him what to do, and neither does Jack. "Place is well connected already, ready for shapin' by the right hands, an' while the leader might be in Frey's pocket, his morals are the right colour for what I plan to do. All in all, could be a lot fuckin' worse."
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
