JACK
At Saiden’s further questions, Jack raises his eyebrows at the other man. ”Well, call me ludicrous, but I imagine they bury it when the tide’s in,” he says, gesturing around at the puddles and the wet sand. ”Tide come in, water go up, Hali,” he reminds him with a rough clap on the shoulder, before turning back to the treasures in the box. ”Yeah?” he says about the quality of the goods.
”Be that as it may, some of this shit ain’t. But congrats, you can keep your gold-painted trash.” Leaning in, Jack takes out a particularly jagged looking shark tooth, and a large opal. He holds it up to the light, satisfied, and pockets it. ”Ain’t bad for a few bottles of liquor and some dried fruit.”
”Be that as it may, some of this shit ain’t. But congrats, you can keep your gold-painted trash.” Leaning in, Jack takes out a particularly jagged looking shark tooth, and a large opal. He holds it up to the light, satisfied, and pockets it. ”Ain’t bad for a few bottles of liquor and some dried fruit.”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
