JACK
The Ark does not arrive back in Torchline with any grandiosity or expectation. No, she kisses the docks and drops anchor at sunrise like she was always there, half camouflaged against the bloody morning light, and for those who know her, that will be enough. All but a skeleton crew leave her deck before the port is even properly awake, streaming out into the marketplaces and alleyways alike to spread the news: The Ark is home, and this time she's back for good.
Jack, however, has a different trajectory this morning, and he has the Feverlands to thank for it even all this time later. The healing wine from the Hollowed Grounds had done the job to nudge him back onto Mort's good side, but their time constraints had meant a great deal of fighting off infection and healing up by himself, and after a voyage from the very top of Caido down to the bottom, suffice to say the Captain is about done with it.
"No rain yet," he remarks of the cloudy skies above interspersed with slices of blue. "Gotta be a good sign, right?" Slanting a smile towards The Ark, he reaches to turn up the collar of his Kingmaker coat, pretending it's the chill of the morning instead of the mild fever now baked into his bones. Jack is pale despite the jaunt through the desert, drawn and underweight even for himself, but there's something right burning in his blue eyes as they approach the healing fountain.
The hard part is over, no matter what healers or queens might have to say about it. They've done it. They're home.
Jack, however, has a different trajectory this morning, and he has the Feverlands to thank for it even all this time later. The healing wine from the Hollowed Grounds had done the job to nudge him back onto Mort's good side, but their time constraints had meant a great deal of fighting off infection and healing up by himself, and after a voyage from the very top of Caido down to the bottom, suffice to say the Captain is about done with it.
"No rain yet," he remarks of the cloudy skies above interspersed with slices of blue. "Gotta be a good sign, right?" Slanting a smile towards The Ark, he reaches to turn up the collar of his Kingmaker coat, pretending it's the chill of the morning instead of the mild fever now baked into his bones. Jack is pale despite the jaunt through the desert, drawn and underweight even for himself, but there's something right burning in his blue eyes as they approach the healing fountain.
The hard part is over, no matter what healers or queens might have to say about it. They've done it. They're home.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
