it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”I never stop,” Jack said on the subject of learning things, glancing over his shoulder a fraction as she came falling into stride with him (sort of). ”You get your fill of somethin’, that’s for sure. I thought you’d know me better by now than to think I care about size.” Whatever the wink, from the sounds coming from his cabin, the crew likely had no doubts about what happened behind those closed doors.
The mention of Zeph had the captain letting out a cackle, Jack burying his hands in the pockets of his jacket and heading up onto the boardwalk, bare feet silent on the wood. ”Alas, no,” he said. ”I’ve set up a body guard for the lot of you, though. Zeph will love it.” He cast a sidelong look at her. ”Why, did you want me there?”
The mention of Zeph had the captain letting out a cackle, Jack burying his hands in the pockets of his jacket and heading up onto the boardwalk, bare feet silent on the wood. ”Alas, no,” he said. ”I’ve set up a body guard for the lot of you, though. Zeph will love it.” He cast a sidelong look at her. ”Why, did you want me there?”
