call me Thor, call me Raiden, call me goddamn Zeus

JACK

The Ark pulls him and Jack goes willingly, though his eyes only leave the trio of men picking themselves up from the increasingly slick boards as he feels that familiar heat knife through her aimed directly for his throat. He turns just in time to meet her lips, tongue hungry and hands unapologetically greedy for her body, one hand grasping the curve of her ass to grind her hips forward and against him. The water is starting to sluice about the toes of his boots by the time they part, and at that point the Captain doesn't care if it's on the poker table or in the salt-sweet dark beneath the sinking bar - he's in full agreement that they are far from done here.

"There's only one I ever plan on goin' down on," he tells her, voice rough but his tone all too reasonable, and it's true however you choose to layer the meaning. Behind The Ark, Bassian's voice calls out to them; the big man has cleared a path to the doorway and is holding it ajar for their swift getaway. More accurately he's holding it up for them, because without the brace of his hands from his position on the pier outside, the exit would be listing slowly downwards.

"Ladies first," Jack says, gesturing for The Ark to go on ahead. Static continues to jump around him every now and then; a silent warning that, if provoked, he might easily lance it directly into the water and cause a lot more damage.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!