JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Jack seems to orbit the tavern for a long while before drawing close enough to fully plug himself into what's going on. He'd caught the first blush of interest from The Ark in the game - and even moreso from the men welcoming her to their table - before fading back into his own business. As he'd suspected back at the bench with the oyster shucker, word travels especially fast today, and news of his return has spread like ripples from a stone in deep water.
Indeed, even before the unfortunate circumstances that lead to The Ark losing her pile of winnings, a few passers-by outside the tavern can be heard muttering to themselves in low voices or making subtle gestures to urchins pretending to beg for coin nearby. Jack doesn't often grind the rumour mill on purpose, let alone bask in the fruits of its labours, but sue him - it ain't every day one of Torchline's prodigal sons returns home.
He spends a little time in conversation with a man who had once produced some very fine work in counterfeit documentation who has now opened a second-hand bookshop, of all things, only realising how long has passed by the way moths begin to flutter around the guttering lamps. Agreeing to tempt him with a few pieces of work from King's End, Jack steps away and returns to the tavern just in time for one of the gamblers to seize The Ark by the hand.
Feeling the spasm in their thoughts as a collective intake of breath, the Captain pauses from his spot just off the boardwalk, ironically in sight of The Ark and conveniently hidden away for anyone not specifically looking for him. He raises his eyebrows towards her as if to ask if she'd like him to add his two cents, or if she'd like to take this particular bull by the horns herself.
Indeed, even before the unfortunate circumstances that lead to The Ark losing her pile of winnings, a few passers-by outside the tavern can be heard muttering to themselves in low voices or making subtle gestures to urchins pretending to beg for coin nearby. Jack doesn't often grind the rumour mill on purpose, let alone bask in the fruits of its labours, but sue him - it ain't every day one of Torchline's prodigal sons returns home.
He spends a little time in conversation with a man who had once produced some very fine work in counterfeit documentation who has now opened a second-hand bookshop, of all things, only realising how long has passed by the way moths begin to flutter around the guttering lamps. Agreeing to tempt him with a few pieces of work from King's End, Jack steps away and returns to the tavern just in time for one of the gamblers to seize The Ark by the hand.
Feeling the spasm in their thoughts as a collective intake of breath, the Captain pauses from his spot just off the boardwalk, ironically in sight of The Ark and conveniently hidden away for anyone not specifically looking for him. He raises his eyebrows towards her as if to ask if she'd like him to add his two cents, or if she'd like to take this particular bull by the horns herself.
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!
