JACK
Jack's eyes narrow as his magic tests the waters of the siren song; he can feel the tug of it through the minds of his crew, can tell that they'd turn towards her if she pushed hard enough, and were she anyone else but who she is, the Captain might have viewed it as a threat. Some base, instinctive part of him tries to, as a matter of fact, and he crushes it underfoot and forces himself to relax against the crate at his back instead.
The Ark passes by on her way to the helm and though the crew are still stunned in her wake, a sharp whistle from Jack - a reminder of his earlier warning - finally has them snapping back to their earlier tasks. Not swabbing decks, mind you, but music and cards and drinking and other frivolity. Bassian is looking very much worse for wear most of all, his mind scattered to the breeze as he tries to comprehend the terrible hand he's just been dealt, and it's with a smirk that Jack senses the half reunion, half introduction taking place between The Ark and his first mate.
Murphy - dark eyes, olive skin, shorter even than the fiery haired woman before him - takes the gratitude and the kiss to his cheek with predictable solemnity. But there is a warmth there, in the slant of the smile he shoots her way, the way his hand returns to the wheel with familiarity and reverence both. And when he turns them to bank around the woods, perhaps it's playfully sharp in its execution, enough to catch the sails on a sudden gust of wind and have them picking up speed.
The Ark passes by on her way to the helm and though the crew are still stunned in her wake, a sharp whistle from Jack - a reminder of his earlier warning - finally has them snapping back to their earlier tasks. Not swabbing decks, mind you, but music and cards and drinking and other frivolity. Bassian is looking very much worse for wear most of all, his mind scattered to the breeze as he tries to comprehend the terrible hand he's just been dealt, and it's with a smirk that Jack senses the half reunion, half introduction taking place between The Ark and his first mate.
Murphy - dark eyes, olive skin, shorter even than the fiery haired woman before him - takes the gratitude and the kiss to his cheek with predictable solemnity. But there is a warmth there, in the slant of the smile he shoots her way, the way his hand returns to the wheel with familiarity and reverence both. And when he turns them to bank around the woods, perhaps it's playfully sharp in its execution, enough to catch the sails on a sudden gust of wind and have them picking up speed.
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!
