Buckle up, buttercup, 'nother day in paradise

JACK

"That's the spirit," Jack drawls, smirking around another sip of coffee. "You're like to be as homesick here as anywhere else if you ain't got anythin' left here." He shrugs - the context and the details don't matter to him nearly as much as what she's offering now, and the Captain spends a few more moments examining the cactus spines in the packet before, surprising though it might be to Colt, he hands them back to her.

"What's in it for me?" he asks. "I ain't sayin' no, 'fore you give yourself wrinkles. I just ain't sayin' yes yet either. You wanna, what, dig up a region for yourself in the fuckin' desert, an' your first route for trade is black market shit?" He snorts out a laugh. "The balls on you." Jack gestures to the pack of cactus spines again. "You could do a lot more with that than just ship it out raw, by the by. But that's the only free advice you're gettin' from me."

And not just because he's a sharp businessman - the fucking sky decides that's the end of his train of thought, Jack scowling sharply up at the shrieking clouds and their fading cacophony as if waiting for an encore.

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!