i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

Jack's eyes are still on the sea as The Ark's attention swivels back to him, the Captain quietly, broodingly thoughtful as she speaks and her ideas blanket him, melting into his consciousness to take root there. The smirk that hooks one side of his mouth is almost hidden by the ice cream, his own sweet but not overly so, biting with rum and coffee every now and then as he samples it.

"Almost all of it'll be untouched," he agrees. "Ain't like the merfolk are business minded in that way - not many of 'em in any case." He'd known a few Mer in his time that had been excellent criminals and even better scavengers, but the idea of an entire galleon beneath the surf, cruising like a shark towards an old wreck to scour it clean? Jack is smiling properly now.

"Some would call you a bad influence, y'know," he drawls, glancing down at her with laughter in his eyes. "Not me, of course. But some." A breeze cuts across the beach, chill with Leafchange and the deepening night, and Jack silently offers a hand to help The Ark up in case she wants to cover up against the cold. "Let's take a swim down there while we're here," he says. "Get the lay of the seabed a little. Then I know a goddess who might be able to help."

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