JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I dunno," Jack says honestly. "Never came up an' she's never thought 'bout it. Wouldn't surprise me if she's got some trick up her silks ready, though." For precisely the sort of reasons The Ark has already considered, though even if the Blackfox ever retired, the Captain has the impression that whoever took her place would keep the moniker. There's something about a reputation that makes it more important, at times, than the reality. He should know.
As she mentions what she wants - or more precisely what she doesn't want - Jack scoffs out a laugh and inclines his head in a roguish half-bow. "Let me see what I can do," he says, beckoning for her to follow as he threads deeper into Kaiholo where, as all Torchline natives know, the best drinking holes are often the most difficult to get to.
They end up at a place tucked along the side of a building - it's the cellar of a dressmaker's business, in truth - Jack leading them down the stone steps to a plain door with no handle. He raps upon it in a curious rhythm, and when it cracks open the weathered face is about to snap that the password he's used is seasons out of date, before he recognises who stands upon the threshold.
After that there's much affectionate swearing, barked laughter and the sort of clap on the shoulder that rattles Jack's bones, but he accepts it with good-natured patience and gestures for The Ark to step in ahead of him. "Welcome to the Tide and Tonic," he says, "where every crooked captain worth his salt likes to get a drink in peace. This is Gallagher. He watches the door, if you couldn't tell."
As she mentions what she wants - or more precisely what she doesn't want - Jack scoffs out a laugh and inclines his head in a roguish half-bow. "Let me see what I can do," he says, beckoning for her to follow as he threads deeper into Kaiholo where, as all Torchline natives know, the best drinking holes are often the most difficult to get to.
They end up at a place tucked along the side of a building - it's the cellar of a dressmaker's business, in truth - Jack leading them down the stone steps to a plain door with no handle. He raps upon it in a curious rhythm, and when it cracks open the weathered face is about to snap that the password he's used is seasons out of date, before he recognises who stands upon the threshold.
After that there's much affectionate swearing, barked laughter and the sort of clap on the shoulder that rattles Jack's bones, but he accepts it with good-natured patience and gestures for The Ark to step in ahead of him. "Welcome to the Tide and Tonic," he says, "where every crooked captain worth his salt likes to get a drink in peace. This is Gallagher. He watches the door, if you couldn't tell."
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
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