JACK
Far as Jack can tell, the world is getting out the worst of its bullshit before the turn of the season, because by the time he sails from the Greatwood around to the Grounds for a stop prior to heading south, the sky has grown black as pitch and even the good Captain reconsiders sailing onward when the rain starts to fall. Thunder continues to purr across Jack Tar Landing as the evening draws in and the downpour turns torrential, lashing wildly against walls and windows and emptying the streets.
The Ark's crew, Jack included, have taken shelter in one of the larger taverns, rooms booked and liquor flowing faster than the water in the gutters. Someone (it's Bassian) has started up a shanty in the corner of the bar that's quickly turning into a group affair, and Jack takes the opportunity to fuck out of dodge before he's roped into it. Taking his bottle of spiced rum and his glass - and ignoring that he knows it's a Torchline vintage and he knows it's a good one - as he sidles into one of the booths it's inevitable that the sting of homesickness soon follows.
The Ark's crew, Jack included, have taken shelter in one of the larger taverns, rooms booked and liquor flowing faster than the water in the gutters. Someone (it's Bassian) has started up a shanty in the corner of the bar that's quickly turning into a group affair, and Jack takes the opportunity to fuck out of dodge before he's roped into it. Taking his bottle of spiced rum and his glass - and ignoring that he knows it's a Torchline vintage and he knows it's a good one - as he sidles into one of the booths it's inevitable that the sting of homesickness soon follows.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
