it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”I’ll bet you will.” Jack couldn’t hide the smile in his voice as he passed over his cigarette, taking another one from the pack inside his waistcoat pocket, striking up a match and drawing on it. This one said it as it was, no doubt about that - much preferred, in Jack’s opinion. Less work for him to have to do. The sailor followed her gaze out to the seas, only to let it zone in on her when she spoke again.
He didn’t have to guess, but he made a show of taking his time for the sake of it, aware of her eyes roaming over him in return. ”A visitor,” he said eventually, exhaling more smoke. ”What’d you think of the place so far? Like what you see?” It wasn’t all that clear, whether he was speaking about the islands or the man before her.
He didn’t have to guess, but he made a show of taking his time for the sake of it, aware of her eyes roaming over him in return. ”A visitor,” he said eventually, exhaling more smoke. ”What’d you think of the place so far? Like what you see?” It wasn’t all that clear, whether he was speaking about the islands or the man before her.
