i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Jack can practically feel it, the way The Ark's intention glides across her thoughts like a whetstone along a blade. Although he's almost curious to probe further, to dig at those things that are unsaid and untested, he can sense too the way she purposely sets those darker inclinations aside. Later, then. He has no doubt that this will not be the last time Torchline's queen manages to make the show about her during their visit to the islands.

And so, with the moonlight casting a sheen of silver across the cobblestones and proposal stars shrinking the shadows from view, Jack also commits to strolling towards the port once again, his steps slow and easy, unfaltering as she leans into him a little more. "Y'know," he says with a smirk, "part of me wanted to say no, but honestly? I reckon that exactly the sort of shit she'd do."

He shakes his head, having surrendered any hope of trying to understand the Doubletake's motivations - theyre tangled and impossible even for a mindreader. "You'd have thought that if she was so happy she'd stop havin' to convince everyone about it," he nevertheless mutters, keeping his eyes on the sea of masts becoming visible up ahead rather than on the message scrawled in the sky.

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