JACK
Jack can track the movement of The Ark across her deck as she leaves Murphy at the helm, the dark eyed man returning to his work almost as soon as she's out of sight - other, of course, than to offer her a knowing little smirk as she glances over her shoulder at him. The Captain is already waiting, sitting up a little on the crate with his glass mostly empty, watching the crew watch The Ark and resisting the urge to spark them with a few static shocks for their trouble.
"Steady as the Spillwave," he agrees about Murphy, "but twice as deep." It's what he likes about his first mate and, undoubtedly, what she appreciates about him as well. "Deadly right hook though." But again, something he likes about Murph.
She settles before him, though, and even before the question fully leaves her lips he's lighting up a cigarette from the pack slipped out of his pockets, a lick of flame hovering above his finger so he can inhale a lungful of smoke, then offers it out to her. "An' you didn't even have to use your siren song on me." He winks.
"Steady as the Spillwave," he agrees about Murphy, "but twice as deep." It's what he likes about his first mate and, undoubtedly, what she appreciates about him as well. "Deadly right hook though." But again, something he likes about Murph.
She settles before him, though, and even before the question fully leaves her lips he's lighting up a cigarette from the pack slipped out of his pockets, a lick of flame hovering above his finger so he can inhale a lungful of smoke, then offers it out to her. "An' you didn't even have to use your siren song on me." He winks.
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!
