JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
With that loose plan in place, Jack and his many talents are content to sink his liquor and set the empty glass aside, rising to his feet alongside The Ark. "A swim in tropical waters sounds like a good end to a good evenin'," he agrees; it might not be the height of Longheat but neither will the water be particularly cold at this time of year.
His arm settles around her shoulders as they cross the Tide and Tonic, the Captain managing to catch the eye of The Seahawk's captain at last, casting him a lazy salute as they head back up the cellar steps. Offering a rough goodnight and a handshake that has something exchanged between Gallagher's hand and Jack's, he's already tucking the missive away into his pocket as they leave.
No sooner has he inhaled the salt-sweet perfume of the harbour when he feels The Ark tense beside him, their steps faltering as he follows her gaze skywards. It feels both strange and right that they should be standing here together to watch a (sham) marriage proposal jizz its way across the sky in starlight, the Captain tilting his head a little as if to check for spelling errors.
Then he laughs, the sound that scoffs out of him almost boyish in its open amusement, and he shakes his head to The Ark. "We already got 'em a gift," he says. "We're here, ain't we? The news is already halfway across Torchline, let alone when the sun rises an' your sails are burnin' a hole in the port for everyone to see. What are the fuckin' chances of that?"
His arm settles around her shoulders as they cross the Tide and Tonic, the Captain managing to catch the eye of The Seahawk's captain at last, casting him a lazy salute as they head back up the cellar steps. Offering a rough goodnight and a handshake that has something exchanged between Gallagher's hand and Jack's, he's already tucking the missive away into his pocket as they leave.
No sooner has he inhaled the salt-sweet perfume of the harbour when he feels The Ark tense beside him, their steps faltering as he follows her gaze skywards. It feels both strange and right that they should be standing here together to watch a (sham) marriage proposal jizz its way across the sky in starlight, the Captain tilting his head a little as if to check for spelling errors.
Then he laughs, the sound that scoffs out of him almost boyish in its open amusement, and he shakes his head to The Ark. "We already got 'em a gift," he says. "We're here, ain't we? The news is already halfway across Torchline, let alone when the sun rises an' your sails are burnin' a hole in the port for everyone to see. What are the fuckin' chances of that?"
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!
