i want to taste you again
Suppressing a smirk as Finch's thoughts run riot about the note for Murphy - he had considered scribbling something to the effect of nice try before changing his mind - when the thief does eventually snoop at it, he might be nevertheless disappointed. Written in some bastard child between shorthand and thieves' cant, Finch will only be able to make out the odd few words: cache, islands, delays. Not much, but the flavour of which that will seem similar to the conversation they've just had.
But that's for later. For now, Jack accepts the fresh map of Rae's Fingers without so much as a glance in the thief's direction, promptly unrolling it and weighing down the corners to stop it curling. This is different to any nautical chart, and different still from an ordinary map due to its double layer; thick, inked parchment to show the Fingers at low-tide, and a sheet of transparent paper to overlay it and represent the change in tunnels when the water comes in.
"A miracle'd be if you turned up with my fuckin' ledger," he mutters, and though the words are harsh there's precious little bite in Jack's tone; he's too busy concentrating to care about the end to Finch's usefulness or his angry philandering. Another bit of paper comes out now, the Captain sketching bits and pieces of the tunnels onto it with surprising accuracy, before sliding it across to the younger man.
"Check those," he says. "Ain't as old as the last one you went into find, but they've been there long enough that the locks should be brittle. I just wanna know if they're empty or not - I don't care which, the information is what's important." That's a lie - Jack very much cares if they're empty, but his real point is that Finch won't be flayed just for knowing it. "Lock 'em again when you're done."
But that's for later. For now, Jack accepts the fresh map of Rae's Fingers without so much as a glance in the thief's direction, promptly unrolling it and weighing down the corners to stop it curling. This is different to any nautical chart, and different still from an ordinary map due to its double layer; thick, inked parchment to show the Fingers at low-tide, and a sheet of transparent paper to overlay it and represent the change in tunnels when the water comes in.
"A miracle'd be if you turned up with my fuckin' ledger," he mutters, and though the words are harsh there's precious little bite in Jack's tone; he's too busy concentrating to care about the end to Finch's usefulness or his angry philandering. Another bit of paper comes out now, the Captain sketching bits and pieces of the tunnels onto it with surprising accuracy, before sliding it across to the younger man.
"Check those," he says. "Ain't as old as the last one you went into find, but they've been there long enough that the locks should be brittle. I just wanna know if they're empty or not - I don't care which, the information is what's important." That's a lie - Jack very much cares if they're empty, but his real point is that Finch won't be flayed just for knowing it. "Lock 'em again when you're done."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
