JACK
"Oh love, there's plenty more trouble I can find to make up for lost time," Jack says, his voice barely beyond a whisper at her temple. He's both concentrating and relaxing all at once, a sensation that he'll turn over in the small hours later to decide how he feels about it, but for now it's as though they really are one and the same. It doesn't take him long to find familiarity in her body in a way that would have the majority of the crew, he bets, on their knees with lust, but as they cut through the air, as the Greatwood starts to shrink away into desert plains and the sparkle of blue beyond it, Jack's focus is on the course ahead.
"The crew are good for more than handlin' sail and rope," he points out. Much as he knows The Ark by every board and splinter, she's a galleon, and maintaining her is more than a one man job. Not to mention, y'know, his business dealings. But for sailing? Just sailing? Yeah, he could get used to more of this.
He doesn't know how long passes before the Spillwave, wide and calm and gentle, suddenly stretches out beneath them, the Captain leaning into her a fraction more, both hands clasping her hips. "Ready to land?"
"The crew are good for more than handlin' sail and rope," he points out. Much as he knows The Ark by every board and splinter, she's a galleon, and maintaining her is more than a one man job. Not to mention, y'know, his business dealings. But for sailing? Just sailing? Yeah, he could get used to more of this.
He doesn't know how long passes before the Spillwave, wide and calm and gentle, suddenly stretches out beneath them, the Captain leaning into her a fraction more, both hands clasping her hips. "Ready to land?"
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!
