JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I ain't sure my keen insight was fully developed back then. I ain't afraid to admit it," Jack says with a crooked grin and a quiet laugh. He'd still been in his late teens when he'd first gone fishing for The Ark, as reckless as he was ruthless and half-mad on his worst days. But he'd found her, he'd raise her from a wreck, and he'd started to sail. The rest, as they say, is history, though Jack isn't sure any history books could have seen this chapter coming.
The thumb that grazes his palm, feeling scars and lifelines and whatever other karma is stitched into his skin by the fates, is an absent sort of affection Jack hasn't received in a very long time, the kind that had taken long enough to get used to in the first place. He smiles quietly into his drink as he realises as much, before lifting the glass back to his lips. "The highest bidders ain't always the best investments," he agrees, raising said glass in a toast.
It's no lie that he'd had the advantage in being able to say what were the best investments, and the sort of behaviour that made him a wildcard back then makes him a shrewd businessman now. "C'mon," he says suddenly, "let's finish up here an' take a walk back down to the docks. I wanna see if the sea's glowin'." He's not laid eyes on Torchline's bioluminescent shores for near enough a year, to the point where he's almost half convinced he'd imagined it all this time.
The thumb that grazes his palm, feeling scars and lifelines and whatever other karma is stitched into his skin by the fates, is an absent sort of affection Jack hasn't received in a very long time, the kind that had taken long enough to get used to in the first place. He smiles quietly into his drink as he realises as much, before lifting the glass back to his lips. "The highest bidders ain't always the best investments," he agrees, raising said glass in a toast.
It's no lie that he'd had the advantage in being able to say what were the best investments, and the sort of behaviour that made him a wildcard back then makes him a shrewd businessman now. "C'mon," he says suddenly, "let's finish up here an' take a walk back down to the docks. I wanna see if the sea's glowin'." He's not laid eyes on Torchline's bioluminescent shores for near enough a year, to the point where he's almost half convinced he'd imagined it all this time.
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!
