JACK
Raising a hand as if to stave off any potential spikes of darkness from Vesper as a result of his surprise, Jack waits until the boy has recovered himself enough before he relaxes, leaning casually against the wall near one of the lanterns he's hung up. Where the light stretches Vesper's shadows long, the captain barely seems to cast one beneath the lamp he's situated himself beneath, and he glances for a second time at the space the demigod has made and the crates and barrels he's pushed aside, about to speak when the mental wall promptly lowers between them.
Raising his eyebrows, while Jack is unsurprised by the immediate (and unnecessary) gratitude from the girls, he's a little more perplexed by Vesper agreeing to - and acting upon - it. "What's the point of a flyin' ship if you can't be the getaway sailor for a trio of arsonists?" he drawls with an easy shrug and the hint of a smirk, though there's a hint of something genuine in the expression as he draws closer to examine the bottle Vesper has gestured towards.
"This is pretty hard to get hold of," he says by way of thanks, lifting the rum to the light of one lantern and humming his approval. "A bar down here though, huh?" Turning now to gaze at the vast expanse of the cargo hold, Jack tilts his head; a man who famously hates change forcing space for an idea he hasn't come up wth on his own. "It's true that we ain't gonna be smuggling nearly as much as we were back on the islands." Bridges burned, alliances broken, businesses finished and all that.
Raising his eyebrows, while Jack is unsurprised by the immediate (and unnecessary) gratitude from the girls, he's a little more perplexed by Vesper agreeing to - and acting upon - it. "What's the point of a flyin' ship if you can't be the getaway sailor for a trio of arsonists?" he drawls with an easy shrug and the hint of a smirk, though there's a hint of something genuine in the expression as he draws closer to examine the bottle Vesper has gestured towards.
"This is pretty hard to get hold of," he says by way of thanks, lifting the rum to the light of one lantern and humming his approval. "A bar down here though, huh?" Turning now to gaze at the vast expanse of the cargo hold, Jack tilts his head; a man who famously hates change forcing space for an idea he hasn't come up wth on his own. "It's true that we ain't gonna be smuggling nearly as much as we were back on the islands." Bridges burned, alliances broken, businesses finished and all that.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
