i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

"I didn't realise safe an' borin' were even in your vocabulary," Jack says with an easy smile, finishing the last of his ice cream and opting to stab the cone down into the sand to protrude up like a strange little turret from a sand castle. Straightening back up in time to see her discard the lingering water from her skin like she's shrugging off a cloak, the Captain reaches out to draw her against his side, silently offering the heat of his body in place of the leather and silk she'd clad herself in that morning.

He scoffs at the reminder of the cannon - the Blackfox had filled them in on all the details during their visit, and Jack can't help but feel a pulse of wry amusement that he might have been one of the targets in mind when the initiative was first conceived. "Sounds like a sustainable business prospect to me," he drawls, nodding away down the beach towards the dock as if to ask if she's ready to head back to even more familiar holdings.

At the mention of the pirate wrecks, though, he can't help but grin out at the open ocean, reaching up to tug gently at a wild lock of her red hair. "You're sayin' all the right things tonight, love," he purrs, a hint of playful warning in his tone.

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