i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

"Feels more'n just good," Jack says, voice low and satisfied as they ease into the pier, his eyes never leaving the jumble of rooftops and colourful awnings, though his arm reaches back to catch The Ark around her waist to draw her against his side. His hair has been left loose today as well, the sun-bleached tips stirring in the harbour breeze, the collar of his coat turned high against what little chill they might find rolling in from the sea. He breathes the smell of Kaiholo deep into his lungs, salt and spice, rust and timber, and as they finally draw in and drop anchor, his free hand tightens ever so slightly on the rail.

"Our good friend probably already knows we're here," he admits of the Blackfox, tilting a smirk towards the redhead at his side. "Gotta give her credit where she's due for her surveillance. But she'll be deeper in Haulani, so we'll head in once the sun properly goes to bed." Which leaves them a good couple of hours to get reacquainted with Kaiholo and all of its seedy pleasures. "C'mon. You're long overdue a stroll on your home shores."

Bassian is already helping to secure the gangplank, the big man unapologetically thrilled to be back, though the same can be said for all of The Ark's original Torchline crew. Those they picked up in King's End are less excited, naturally, but that doesn't mean they'll ever turn down some shore leave.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane