JACK
"You do that," Jack rumbles of keeping it in mind. For now, though, with this little agony aunt session over and a bar apparently in the making within his cargo hold, the captain would quite like to have the sky back overhead for a bit. Heading towards the upper decks, to hear that Colt has girl-time planned with the other Marins isn't necessarily a surprise, and he can only shrug his shoulders to Vesper as he starts to make his way up.
"So long as she don't make your problems their problems," he says. Not because he's liable to step in - let's not be silly, now - but because from the sound of it, Caly is a powder keg just waiting for a lit match.
He can practically sense it as Vesper sheds the shadows lingering within his mind, as if he's switched to let them spool outward instead, and as they emerge onto the Ark's main deck, the clear air and snow-heavy sky is almost blinding. "Well," he says, "I'll drink to that."
Just maybe not any more of the really good rum.
~FIN
"So long as she don't make your problems their problems," he says. Not because he's liable to step in - let's not be silly, now - but because from the sound of it, Caly is a powder keg just waiting for a lit match.
He can practically sense it as Vesper sheds the shadows lingering within his mind, as if he's switched to let them spool outward instead, and as they emerge onto the Ark's main deck, the clear air and snow-heavy sky is almost blinding. "Well," he says, "I'll drink to that."
Just maybe not any more of the really good rum.
~FIN
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!
