call me chaos, call me divine

JACK

Something relaxes in Jack, too as the water comes up to cradle them, and he moves easily with The Ark - the woman and the ship both - as she nudges them imperceptibly out of the way of the sandbar. Impressed and forcing himself not to linger on the way her mind ripples out with anticipation, it's with clear reluctance that he finally steps back from her; he'll need more than just himself and her guidance to get them ready to disembark.

"You know how to get down," he says, his teasing a low rumble as he returns to the wheel and lets out a shrill whistle between his teeth. The sound has one of the shiphands scurrying up from below within moments, and at a mere raised eyebrow from the Captain, he disappears again to fetch the rest of the crew. "We've got rowboats an' rope ladders, an' I'll bet a few of the crew just dive in regardless." It's not like the Spillwave is going to be unfriendly.

"I figure you of all people will know how to swim?" He turns to look at her now, even as men file back on deck and gaze around wonderingly at how The Ark is now cutting smooth lines through the water without any assistance from a crew.

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

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