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

JACK

"Eh, she ain't even been here a season. Ain't got my feet under too many tables just yet either," Jack says of the Ark and her place in King's End, but the tilt of his smile holds just a hint of gratitude. At least if the worst did come, it wouldn't be a blonde he's involved with this time. Vesper's suggestion, loose though it might be, has the captain nodding a bit, and he grabs up the capped bottle of rum to tuck it under his arm.

"She knows me, y'know," he reminds the boy with a smirk that's much more himself, a touch wolfish in its amusement. "You could take yourself to the moon an' hide under Safrin's skirts - if the Ark is docked here, Colt'll prob'ly come askin' for you regardless." Though that's not to say he'll remotely abide any hoofprints on his recently treated deck.

But if that happens, it happens, Jack gesturing to silently ask if Vesper wants to get the fuck out of the cargo hold now to drink or brood elsewhere, whether alone or with his company. "So to circle us back 'round," he says, "do I take it as a yes on you livin' here an' manning this bar that's gonna happen?" Give or take a tactical escape up north.

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!