JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"Here, I'll make you a start," Jack offers, his voice quiet and his gaze on her, but his hand rests flat on the table after setting his drink town so he can subtly gesture towards different parts of the Tide and Tonic. "Their names won't matter to you so much as the names of their ships. So to our right we've got the captain of The Seahawk. We worked with 'em when we were here in Torchline - they greased palms an' gave us an alibi when we needed it. In return we'd give 'em a cut of what we brought home."
In short, unproblematic, almost neutral now that their business has concluded, but with potential to pick it back up if needed.
"Then over your left shoulder you got the captain of The Banshee. That's old, bad blood. She's a clipper - technically we should work hand in glove given how she could help move our goods, but... well. That's Murph's old captain. Hates us outta principle." Much to Jack's amusement, but at least he keeps out of their way.
"On our left we've a few crew from The Mariette. She's a pleasure barge, an offshoot of the Halenani some say. We used to supply 'em with Snapdragon an' liquor when they asked." More a client than a partnership, they're nevertheless more dangerous than they might appear.
As to whether they're reckless or stupid enough to try anything at first glance of him in this cellar bar, the Captain only grins and shrugs, lifting his glass back to his lips. "If Murph was with us I reckon we'd have trouble from The Banshee," he concedes. "But for tonight we might get lucky. Which suits me fine, by the by."
In short, unproblematic, almost neutral now that their business has concluded, but with potential to pick it back up if needed.
"Then over your left shoulder you got the captain of The Banshee. That's old, bad blood. She's a clipper - technically we should work hand in glove given how she could help move our goods, but... well. That's Murph's old captain. Hates us outta principle." Much to Jack's amusement, but at least he keeps out of their way.
"On our left we've a few crew from The Mariette. She's a pleasure barge, an offshoot of the Halenani some say. We used to supply 'em with Snapdragon an' liquor when they asked." More a client than a partnership, they're nevertheless more dangerous than they might appear.
As to whether they're reckless or stupid enough to try anything at first glance of him in this cellar bar, the Captain only grins and shrugs, lifting his glass back to his lips. "If Murph was with us I reckon we'd have trouble from The Banshee," he concedes. "But for tonight we might get lucky. Which suits me fine, by the by."
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!
