JACK
"And that will continue to be the case. I said get out of my cabin, not my business," Jack said in a tight voice, his eyes firmly on whatever was on the scroll without actually seeing it at all.
"That's precisely the problem with you - it never goes how you think it's gonna go, because you never think past your own fuckin' nose." There was very little venom in his words, but everything about him was coiled like a spring; like a snake preparing to strike.
"Get out of my gods damned sight, please," he said, giving up on whatever it was he'd been pretending to do and turning in his chair to gaze out of the window and out into the deep depths of the waves.
"That's precisely the problem with you - it never goes how you think it's gonna go, because you never think past your own fuckin' nose." There was very little venom in his words, but everything about him was coiled like a spring; like a snake preparing to strike.
"Get out of my gods damned sight, please," he said, giving up on whatever it was he'd been pretending to do and turning in his chair to gaze out of the window and out into the deep depths of the waves.
