call me chaos, call me divine

JACK

It's a familiar feeling that rolls off her, that urge to return to the sea, to be weightless and free and buoyed by the tide and the waves. Only years of habit have Jack's legs bracing instinctively against the sudden pull of gravity, especially with his very important cargo on his back with her arm coiled around his neck. He pauses in the soft, dry sand to catch his breath and await her instruction, the Captain turned back towards the gently lapping waves, and when she speaks - when - he lowers her dutifully to the beach.

The way she recoils near instantly from it has an honest laugh breaking from his lips, Jack having to steel himself against her shock that scatters across his magic like sunlight reflecting off the water. "A lot of people don't like it," he says, his own feet caked in sand that he's more than used to ignoring. "Once you dry off a little it'll fall away. But if you can't stand it, c'mon."

With a guiding hand still around her, he leads them to where the waves break and wash across the sand. The beach is more firm here, their feet leaving perfect prints in their wake, and as the seawater sluices over their toes, she'll find her feet, of course, washed clean. "Better?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!