i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Jack's gaze has settled on the achingly familiar line of water glittering in the dying light, but behind the casual expression he tracks her imagined adventures through Rae's Fingers. He can see it morph easily enough into reality, The Ark acting as something both irresistible and dangerous to entice those who might otherwise not consider meeting with him without a fuss. A smile hooks up the corner of his mouth, and he reaches for one last oyster. "You're much more than just bait, love," he mutters after tipping back the morsel. "But I'd be stupid not to let your curves do the talkin' when everyone is so willin' to listen."

The evidence is all around them in the harbour, in the gazes that land between them, the unspoken questions and muttered remarks, the jealousy that hides behind a veil of curiosity. Speaking of curiosity though, the Captain raises an eyebrow in quiet surprise at her question, setting down the oyster shell and scoffing under his breath. "Normally I'd say I pride myself on bein' able to disappear, notorious or not," he says; between telepathy and the Grey Road, Jack can become surprisingly hard to pin down.

"Right now, though? I dunno," he says honestly. They've returned to Torchline after an abrupt departure and long absence, Jack with a gorgeous woman on his arm and dozens of eyes tracking their every movement. "I'm always up for a challenge, though. You wanna take Torchline for a stroll alone? Be my guest, love."

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