JACK
"And don't I fuckin' know it," Jack quips back, the smile on his face a little easier, a little more genuine. There had never been anything to prove in that way, though, not with his ship. Every hardship had been something tackled together, even when he'd been young and green and had tried to force the sea under his command by willpower and cunning alone. If there was war it was against a common foe; if there were disagreements it was a failing on Jack's part, a lesson to be learned for next time, a promise not to be so careless in future.
He'd learned, and there are still things to learn yet. So when she considers, when she speaks, the Captain listens both to the words and to the mind unfurling like sails in good weather. Seeing Vesper through her eyes is both new and not, like gazing at something familiar but at a slightly different angle, and he hums his acknowledgement of the boy's motivations.
"He did say that," he agrees of the Greatwood flooding. "Also mentioned the Spillwave nearby." He can't help the crooked smile that kicks up one side of his mouth. A bathtub or a kiddie pool of an ocean, compared to the wild tides that often drive their motivations.
"Ain't the sort of course I'm convinced I want to pin my map against," he admits. "Rulin' a region ain't ever been an ambition of mine. Still, you're right 'bout King's End too." Aimless.
Jack hisses out a frustrated sigh and finally lets her hand drop. "One more tired night it is," he decides. Because if there's one thing the years have taught and tempered into him, it's not to rush. "Ain't like it's gonna kill me." Not in such fine company.
He'd learned, and there are still things to learn yet. So when she considers, when she speaks, the Captain listens both to the words and to the mind unfurling like sails in good weather. Seeing Vesper through her eyes is both new and not, like gazing at something familiar but at a slightly different angle, and he hums his acknowledgement of the boy's motivations.
"He did say that," he agrees of the Greatwood flooding. "Also mentioned the Spillwave nearby." He can't help the crooked smile that kicks up one side of his mouth. A bathtub or a kiddie pool of an ocean, compared to the wild tides that often drive their motivations.
"Ain't the sort of course I'm convinced I want to pin my map against," he admits. "Rulin' a region ain't ever been an ambition of mine. Still, you're right 'bout King's End too." Aimless.
Jack hisses out a frustrated sigh and finally lets her hand drop. "One more tired night it is," he decides. Because if there's one thing the years have taught and tempered into him, it's not to rush. "Ain't like it's gonna kill me." Not in such fine company.
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!
