JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"You were made to fight battles as a last resort," Jack objects, raising his eyebrows right back in gentle challenge. She'd been made to carry secrets, whether in cargo or information; she'd been made to cut clean and quick through the water, to weather storms and waves that would swallow a lesser ship. She'd been made to appear invisible at dusk, to wait silent and without fanfare, and to cut loose with the sort of agility that made those on the shoreline triple-check what they'd seen.
But yes, she also had cannons. And she was made to fight, if it came down to it.
Catching the attention of the server to order another round, Jack sets their glasses at the edge of the table where they can be collected. And as The Ark starts to speak again, Jack feels it as the rest of the bar lets go of a held breath, the lull of muttered conversations replacing the hush that had momentarily fallen.
"That makes a lot of sense," he murmurs, brows furrowing thoughtfully as he considers not only what she's saying but also how they might use it to their advantage in future. "An' it shouldn't be a surprise, I s'pose - sailors use their ships to posture as much as anythin' else, what little good it'd do 'em if they only take care of appearances." Jack can't sense that sort of thing, but he can tell a man with too much pride just by looking at him.
"I wonder if you could," he adds with a scoff, nodding as their new drinks arrive. "You got more types of magic in you than I ever expected, so it wouldn't surprise me if you learned how along the way."
But yes, she also had cannons. And she was made to fight, if it came down to it.
Catching the attention of the server to order another round, Jack sets their glasses at the edge of the table where they can be collected. And as The Ark starts to speak again, Jack feels it as the rest of the bar lets go of a held breath, the lull of muttered conversations replacing the hush that had momentarily fallen.
"That makes a lot of sense," he murmurs, brows furrowing thoughtfully as he considers not only what she's saying but also how they might use it to their advantage in future. "An' it shouldn't be a surprise, I s'pose - sailors use their ships to posture as much as anythin' else, what little good it'd do 'em if they only take care of appearances." Jack can't sense that sort of thing, but he can tell a man with too much pride just by looking at him.
"I wonder if you could," he adds with a scoff, nodding as their new drinks arrive. "You got more types of magic in you than I ever expected, so it wouldn't surprise me if you learned how along the way."
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!
