it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”And there was a time when I didn’t think you were gonna be able to learn anythin’,” Jack said, voice rough and filled with surprising good humour. The end of Deepfrost and the prospect of being out on the water again did that to him, clearly. ”The hurry,” he said, already beginning to meander backwards across the sand, ”is that whenever there’s an occasion in Torchline, there’s a helluva party. And there’s the rest of the bottle to go with this flask, if you’re game.”
A crooked grin spread across his face, and he shook he flask at her enticingly. ”But if that ain’t a good enough offer, you can stay here with your tiny wink of sunlight.” Shrugging, Jack turned on heel to walk away, whistling tunelessly.
A crooked grin spread across his face, and he shook he flask at her enticingly. ”But if that ain’t a good enough offer, you can stay here with your tiny wink of sunlight.” Shrugging, Jack turned on heel to walk away, whistling tunelessly.
