[SE] I wore the crown, I sold the lie

JACK

"She's done 'em in the past," Jack says with a smirk, moving with the bottle to sit on one of the barrels Vesper has pushed to the side, examining the label a little longer before holding it up briefly to the boy as if to ask if he wants to share a drink. Y'know, since they're down here and making bar talk anyway. And as Vesper continues, fuck it but Jack can't help but agree, seeming to warm quickly to the idea once it's had a chance to take root in his mind.

"A couple windows wouldn't hurt," he murmurs, nodding towards the top of the crossed beams where they could let at least a little natural light in from the upper decks. "An' I reckon you could take it to... 'bout there." He nods across the hold, conjuring an imaginary line where cargo could become liquor and entertainment. "Ain't keen to give up all the space, just in case I gotta grab three criminals from any other regions in the future."

Smirking, Jack is already working on the wax seal of the bottle to uncork it. "You gonna be mannin' it?" he asks. The follow-up question is already there without any need for telepathy: are you and your sisters about to become permanent fixtures on The Ark?

we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!