it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"I'd be a fuckin' terrible telepath if I didn't," Jack drawled, though Eloise would likely know by prolonged contact with the surly captain that the response was automatic and not necessarily with any malice. He took a pull from the flask he carried with him - water, one might be surprised to note, and cold at that - before offering it out to her. The volcano erupting had gone and ruined everything for the foreseeable season, and whilst there was a new governor and whilst his horse had indeed, come out ahead in the race, Jack's calm exterior hid a veritable tempest.
The smuggler was a man who liked to be in control of the spaces around him, and things were turbulent at best, currently. So they walked through the port and paused occasionally at stalls where Jack could speak with the merchants there. The Ark of course would need more supplies than previously expected, given that the crew were bound to port right now, and orders needed to be made. "Still, at least Saiden didn't throw his hat in the ring for governor." He pulled a face.
The smuggler was a man who liked to be in control of the spaces around him, and things were turbulent at best, currently. So they walked through the port and paused occasionally at stalls where Jack could speak with the merchants there. The Ark of course would need more supplies than previously expected, given that the crew were bound to port right now, and orders needed to be made. "Still, at least Saiden didn't throw his hat in the ring for governor." He pulled a face.
