JACK
They each say nothing for a moment or so, Aurelia digesting what he’s said and Jack digesting her thoughts on the matter. And honestly, the quip is refreshing enough to get a smile flickering across his lips, the smuggler itching at the scruff on his chin. ”Good. I ain’t the charitable type, and I ain’t the type to give hand-outs, either.” He gestures around the ship they stand upon.
”I recently lost my navigator, an’ we sail again at the end of the season - couple weeks away, if that. Ain’t a problem, but if I’ve gotta have my eyes on the sea now, I’ll need extra on deck. You see where this is goin’?” There’s no blackmail about it - Jack is unsavoury through and through, though of course she won’t know quite that much about it just yet. Always time for that, though.
”I recently lost my navigator, an’ we sail again at the end of the season - couple weeks away, if that. Ain’t a problem, but if I’ve gotta have my eyes on the sea now, I’ll need extra on deck. You see where this is goin’?” There’s no blackmail about it - Jack is unsavoury through and through, though of course she won’t know quite that much about it just yet. Always time for that, though.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
