i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

It isn't often that the Captain is unceremoniously told to shut up, and his laughter rings honest and amused across the glowing waves as he angles to start leading them back across the beach, turning only to watch the hel get brained by The Ark's leftover ice cream cone with an indignant bwawk! That, of course, only redoubles his amusement, and his spirits might have grown dangerously, uncharacteristically high were it not for her schpiel about the benefits to Torchline, about there being something in the water.

Scrunching his nose and pausing so she can grab her clothes if she wishes, or else leave them to decorate the beach, he shakes his head to her. "We ain't stayin', love," he tells her before those ideas can get out of control. "At least not now, not yet. Comin' back has been good for us, I ain't stubborn enough not to know it. But I ain't lettin' these islands romance me into makin' decisions that can be used against us later. We'll come an' go, 'til we know what's changed an' what it means for us. Savvy?"

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