JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"Mm, they must think they've seen a ghost ship," Jack agrees with a smirk as he follows in her wake, hands slipping easily into his coat pockets. "Wonder how long it'll take 'fore our bein' here reaches all the wrong ears?" He'd sailed in with neither fanfare nor subtlety, and so it won't be long before royals and demigods alike know of The Ark's presence in Torchline. Her presence, yes, but not her motives, and he's sure that will land like a thorn in a paw too.
Muttering a few orders to Bassian and the crew before he also descends (mostly checks for the ship and changes in watch before they take their own leave), Jack finds himself at The Ark's shoulder just as she considers taking her first steps onto the pier. His magic buzzes with those gathered nearby, with the lingering ease of the crew behind them, with the way Torchline lays suspended in her mind like something caught in time, and when she finally walks, he's only a couple of steps behind.
Even the creak of the boards feels familiar, the Captain's shoulders relaxing beneath his coat, chin lifting a little as he considers those both pretending not to watch and openly gawking. "Anywhere take your fancy first?" he asks, his own desires coiled tight and patient deep beneath his ribs. He has to keep reminding himself that there will be time for all of it, that this isn't some quick and dirty stop at the islands before they get caught.
Muttering a few orders to Bassian and the crew before he also descends (mostly checks for the ship and changes in watch before they take their own leave), Jack finds himself at The Ark's shoulder just as she considers taking her first steps onto the pier. His magic buzzes with those gathered nearby, with the lingering ease of the crew behind them, with the way Torchline lays suspended in her mind like something caught in time, and when she finally walks, he's only a couple of steps behind.
Even the creak of the boards feels familiar, the Captain's shoulders relaxing beneath his coat, chin lifting a little as he considers those both pretending not to watch and openly gawking. "Anywhere take your fancy first?" he asks, his own desires coiled tight and patient deep beneath his ribs. He has to keep reminding himself that there will be time for all of it, that this isn't some quick and dirty stop at the islands before they get caught.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
