i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

For the most part, The Ark listens and absorbs the information with little more than a cursory glance or a small pulse of acknowledgement, but it doesn't surprise Jack that it's The Banshee that has her mind turning shark-deep and vicious. He smiles into his liquor and takes a slow sip of it. "Mm, that'd be the one," he agrees. "It's his family's ship, though I trust you to keep that bit of information to yourself," he adds. "Used to be his father who captained her, but now it must've gone to one of his sons-in-law."

And definitely not to Murphy, who had been considered a traitor for literally jumping ship; not that Jack expected him to take the offer even if it had been presented to him.

Scoffing and raising his glass in a toast, he winks at her and shrugs his shoulders. "There'll be other nights," he says with the air of a promise. "Nights where we ain't at the Tide and Tonic, where fightin' feels like the first answer to a problem." But for now, if it hasn't been obvious beforehand, Jack is here simply to be in Torchline again.

"Mm? Oh, I fuckin' guarantee it," he says, of The Ark's existence and the sailors' wondering about her. "An' I imagine some'll wanna do it with their own ships just in case they end up lookin' half as good as you. Honestly, though, I ain't sure many of 'em have the balls to do what it takes."

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