i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

It will be altogether too obvious what The Ark has missed by the time she reaches Jack, though he doesn't respond right away. As she re-enters the range of his magic, the wild, almost feral freedom that cascades though her thoughts all but coils about him, setting the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to rising and causing his back to straighten ever so slightly. His eyes drip across her with the open approval of a man appraising something he finds infinitely valuable and rare enough to kill for, and that's even before he considers her effortless beauty and predatory grace.

Then he lifts the ice cream cone to his lips and licks it.

"There was a cart," he says mildly, though the likelihood of such a thing is vanishingly low. An ice cream cart at night on the beach near the shoreline isn't unheard of, it's true, but it's equally possible that the Captain had literally stolen the treats from someone passing by.

Either way, he raises a second cone - citrus flavoured and decorated with candied lemon peel - and offers it out to her. "Have fun?"

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