JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
A common hunch or not, the thought fires too quickly for Jack to be able to recognise as much right away, and the glare he flashes in the other man’s direction is enough to confirm that yes, the captain is quite the murderous bastard. But he softens, by degrees, shoulders hunching a bit, and turns eyes stinging from the salt out to the sucking tide. ”Aye,” he rumbles. ”She’s dead. Tried to save her, but she drowned.” And so did I.
He passes a hand over the wet scruff of his chin, then pulls in a long breath and glances up and down the beach as if surprised to see it so empty on a LongHeat afternoon. Empty but for the man beside him, who - on the basis of nothing more than the paleness of his skin - must be a neck biter. ”Who are you?”
He passes a hand over the wet scruff of his chin, then pulls in a long breath and glances up and down the beach as if surprised to see it so empty on a LongHeat afternoon. Empty but for the man beside him, who - on the basis of nothing more than the paleness of his skin - must be a neck biter. ”Who are you?”
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
