i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Sipping at his drink at last, Jack doesn't try to hide his approval of good liquor - good Torchline liquor - letting it burn across his tongue and down his throat for a long few moments before setting the glass down and lending The Ark his full attention once more. "Mm, I know. I'm strikin' a match next to a fuse," he agrees through a quiet laugh. "I ain't sayin' they'd refuse you outright mind, love - they got eyes in their heads. They just ain't as dazzled as your average idiot."

They'll want to know what she's about, who she's with and, more importantly when it comes to her connections with Jack, why she's at their table. There's no such thing as just for a good time when it comes to sudden meetings among crooks and captains, especially not in a place like this.

Leaning in as well as her voice lowers to something secretive, the eyes on them will be able to catch the Captain's sneer of amusement, the way he reaches across to casually clink his glass against hers. "Not here there ain't," he tells her with a touch of regret. "Not on our first night back on the islands, anyway. Too many seasons between what was an' what is. Besides, you wanted a place where the men weren't stupid," he reminds her. There's nothing wrong with a few drinks and the knowledge that no one is fool enough to cause trouble.

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