i want to taste you again
Despite the impending approach of the skull-possessed monster and its skittering black blades for legs, or perhaps because of it, Jack has the audacity to shoot The Ark a smug and self-confident grin across the bank. "Always, love," he quips of being right behind her, tipping her a wink and waiting only a second more before lunging away into the swamp, the creature hot on his heels.
It's a lie, unfortunately, that he'll have to consider apologising for later - and for the record, not one he's intended to tell. But minutes pass after The Ark's arrival back on the ship, and they stretch longer in that inevitable way that time does when you're waiting on something important. No Jack, though, not until nearly half an hour passes, and the Captain that appears on the compass rose in his cabin is not feeling nearly so swaggering as the one who left her in the swamp.
His right arm hangs uselessly at his side, skewered by a knife-like appendage early on in the chase and streaked with blood and filth and tar; the main reason for his delay in truth, because it's hard to activate the tattoo on his wrist without being able to touch it. The rest of Jack hasn't fared much better in truth, looking as though the swamp has chewed him up and spat him back out. But he does still have the leather bag strapped to his chest, and so that still counts as a success in his books.
"No one better have gone lookin' for me," he grates, trying to get his feet beneath him and intending fully on getting up to the main deck to ensure that's the case.
It's a lie, unfortunately, that he'll have to consider apologising for later - and for the record, not one he's intended to tell. But minutes pass after The Ark's arrival back on the ship, and they stretch longer in that inevitable way that time does when you're waiting on something important. No Jack, though, not until nearly half an hour passes, and the Captain that appears on the compass rose in his cabin is not feeling nearly so swaggering as the one who left her in the swamp.
His right arm hangs uselessly at his side, skewered by a knife-like appendage early on in the chase and streaked with blood and filth and tar; the main reason for his delay in truth, because it's hard to activate the tattoo on his wrist without being able to touch it. The rest of Jack hasn't fared much better in truth, looking as though the swamp has chewed him up and spat him back out. But he does still have the leather bag strapped to his chest, and so that still counts as a success in his books.
"No one better have gone lookin' for me," he grates, trying to get his feet beneath him and intending fully on getting up to the main deck to ensure that's the case.
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!
