i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

The combination of her magic is as familiar as everything else Jack has known her to be, the Captain unsurprised but thoroughly impressed to watch the combination of wind and water and electricity ignite in a living storm around her. He might have prompted the spark of static, but he releases control of the element almost immediately as he feels The Ark's will bend around it. Cards scatter, chairs scrape back, and the stretch of cobbles to either side of the tavern has cleared of people almost organically. A few of the gamblers are on their feet now too, and the one whose lips had been loosest now looks like he'll be the first to get the fuck out of dodge.

"You're a crazy fuckin' bitch," the thug whose hand has fastened around her wrist snaps, though for all of his rage and bluster, he does release her as if she might combust at any second. (Or, more likely, as if a stray crackle of electricity might dance across her sea-slick skin and jump at him). "Ring's prob'ly a knock-off anyways. Either that or you pulled it off a corpse."

The storm around The Ark is still raging, but danger never seems to stop stupid, and a few of the men make an immediate break for it after that, intending to scatter into alleyways and take whatever winnings they've earned with them.

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