JACK
Jack barks out a laugh at that. "Yeah, it is," he says around another sip of his drink. As a man with very few ethics himself and knowing what he knows (none of it intentionally) about Dygra, he'd have expected her priests and priestesses to be demonic little heathens. It certainly seems to be the case for a few of the other Ancients he's met anyway.
"Their pamphlets," he repeats, smirking as he lowers his glass to the table, the heat of the liquor warming the rain and the reservations from his bones as time goes on. He's fully prepared for the sort of boring diatribe that follows a remark like that, but of course then Charlie waxes lyrical about the ocean like she's baiting him on purpose (which he knows she fucking is) and the Captain tilts his head to her across the table.
"A man like me don't need gods to go out onto the ocean," he says. "I'll sail whatever waters come my way an' ride the waves until they break."
"Their pamphlets," he repeats, smirking as he lowers his glass to the table, the heat of the liquor warming the rain and the reservations from his bones as time goes on. He's fully prepared for the sort of boring diatribe that follows a remark like that, but of course then Charlie waxes lyrical about the ocean like she's baiting him on purpose (which he knows she fucking is) and the Captain tilts his head to her across the table.
"A man like me don't need gods to go out onto the ocean," he says. "I'll sail whatever waters come my way an' ride the waves until they break."
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!
