Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
Edwyn's thoughts are like so many post-it notes flung into a suitcase and shaken up. Though he is intent on helping the captain, he's also capturing details about the encounter. Not because he's skeptical, but because he's a writer. It's simply how his mind works. He notes subtle bruises and the way Jack's lips are puffy from the salt. The way his eyelashes have been pressed together and the sound his vomit makes as it hits the sand.
"That..." Edwyn smiles, charmed by the brutish elegance of Jack's comment, and nods. "..is a really great point."
Knowing only a small amount about Jack (primarily that other than the captain of the Ark, he's a fairly murderous son of a bitch), nevertheless, as a writer, Edwyn is able to extrapolate a few things. Or at least, he thinks he can, based on how he'd write this scene were it in one of his stories. "A woman?" He ventures. Because isn't it always? Though Jack will be able to tease from his mind that this is nothing more than a common hunch.
"That..." Edwyn smiles, charmed by the brutish elegance of Jack's comment, and nods. "..is a really great point."
Knowing only a small amount about Jack (primarily that other than the captain of the Ark, he's a fairly murderous son of a bitch), nevertheless, as a writer, Edwyn is able to extrapolate a few things. Or at least, he thinks he can, based on how he'd write this scene were it in one of his stories. "A woman?" He ventures. Because isn't it always? Though Jack will be able to tease from his mind that this is nothing more than a common hunch.
it's to create something that
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