call me chaos, call me divine

JACK

"Mm, it can be," Jack agrees of the bread, smirking and finishing his blueberries. "Some people dip it in the honey, but you've already skipped that part," he adds, nodding to the discarded bowl and watching as she nevertheless commits to the bread with honey still glittering on her chin. "There's water, too." Jack nods at a pitcher of it, before reaching out preemptively to pour her a glass. "Don't reckon we've ever sailed through freshwater, but you won't want the other kind to drink."

When she gazes back towards him, her discomfort and confusion as plain on her face as in her mind, the Captain considers it and reaches this time for a plum. "Few minutes, it ain't instant," he says, before reaching out to carelessly swipe away the drizzle of honey on her chin with his thumb. "Finish your bread an' have a drink, then see how you feel." Licking the honey from his thumb, he follows it up with a bite of the sweet fruit, feeling the own edge of his hunger start to dull with it.

"Didn't realise it'd gotten so late," he mutters. He must have been sitting at his desk and drinking and mulling nervously over the coin for a lot longer than he'd thought.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!