JACK
It doesn't take much between them to fill the sails, and it's an exercise common enough on the ship that the crew adjusts to it seamlessly, tweaking rigging and lending more give to the ropes while Murphy makes minor alterations to their course. Jack barely changes position on the deck; his magic stirs around him silent and potent, bowing out the sails at the foremast until, with Nova's assistance, the clouds are all but blurring by around them.
Calypso confirms as much a moment later, and the Captain nods his satisfaction. "Now imagine havin' to keep this up for hours at a time if someone was on our tails an' intended to cannon us outta the sky or the water," he says, then whistles up towards Caly. "You can come down whenever you get tired, but long as you're up there, keep an eye on shit," he calls.
As for Nova, Jack slowly releases his influence on the sails once he's content that they've caught a decent tailwind. "Crew'll thank you if you wanna carry on," he says. "Otherwise jus' sit back an' enjoy the ride to the Greatwood."
Calypso confirms as much a moment later, and the Captain nods his satisfaction. "Now imagine havin' to keep this up for hours at a time if someone was on our tails an' intended to cannon us outta the sky or the water," he says, then whistles up towards Caly. "You can come down whenever you get tired, but long as you're up there, keep an eye on shit," he calls.
As for Nova, Jack slowly releases his influence on the sails once he's content that they've caught a decent tailwind. "Crew'll thank you if you wanna carry on," he says. "Otherwise jus' sit back an' enjoy the ride to the Greatwood."
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
