I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
"Is it food?"
It was Jack's natural response whenever it came to Saiden wanting to show him something. The captain, as a rule, didn't like to spend too much time aboard The Ark when she was anchored, but equally she was his home and there was a lot to be done to keep her in shape. The galleon had been swabbed top to bottom by the crew so far today, the sails checked and repaired where needed, the supply stock accounted for and a list made for more to be purchased where needed.
Now Jack was leaning over a large map of Torchline that he had rolled across a large and empty crate. He wore a loose shirt that had been white once, the buttons left undone given the impossible heat of the day, along with a pair of plain black pants. He tapped the toe of his boot against the deck while his fingers danced along a route that they had taken many a time before. He didn't care to look up just yet, not until Saiden got close enough to explain himself better.
It was Jack's natural response whenever it came to Saiden wanting to show him something. The captain, as a rule, didn't like to spend too much time aboard The Ark when she was anchored, but equally she was his home and there was a lot to be done to keep her in shape. The galleon had been swabbed top to bottom by the crew so far today, the sails checked and repaired where needed, the supply stock accounted for and a list made for more to be purchased where needed.
Now Jack was leaning over a large map of Torchline that he had rolled across a large and empty crate. He wore a loose shirt that had been white once, the buttons left undone given the impossible heat of the day, along with a pair of plain black pants. He tapped the toe of his boot against the deck while his fingers danced along a route that they had taken many a time before. He didn't care to look up just yet, not until Saiden got close enough to explain himself better.
