see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
The offer has its intended effect, assuaging your aggravation and making it clear that Jack gets how serious this is to you. Which, in turn, kind of makes you realize how serious it is, which is a whole other can of worms that you really don't need to open just now. You've been doing fine without the L-word in your life. Fuckin' Vai, ruining your perfect grumpy old hermit lifestyle.
You're still glaring when he pries you off his collar, but you release it with a final light shake. The whiskey is held tight between your hands - he's lost his rights for the moment, after his infantile treatment of the food - and you half-snort through a gulp, nodding. "Dead'n dusted. Fuckin' 'Biter nearly died in th' process, too."
The rest of the early morning is spent filling Jack in on all the shit that's been going down, though you steer carefully away from your personal life. You relate the little you know about the plague, the panther, the jungle, the rest of it, and by the time it's done (with only a couple more fights breaking out) it's time for you both to get back to your lives. As is tradition, you leave Jack with a curt nod and a hand on his shoulder and instructions to "Don't cause any shit," that you know will be ignored, then set out across the dock and back towards town, preparing to organize your men for unloading goods off the Ark.
{fin}
You're still glaring when he pries you off his collar, but you release it with a final light shake. The whiskey is held tight between your hands - he's lost his rights for the moment, after his infantile treatment of the food - and you half-snort through a gulp, nodding. "Dead'n dusted. Fuckin' 'Biter nearly died in th' process, too."
The rest of the early morning is spent filling Jack in on all the shit that's been going down, though you steer carefully away from your personal life. You relate the little you know about the plague, the panther, the jungle, the rest of it, and by the time it's done (with only a couple more fights breaking out) it's time for you both to get back to your lives. As is tradition, you leave Jack with a curt nod and a hand on his shoulder and instructions to "Don't cause any shit," that you know will be ignored, then set out across the dock and back towards town, preparing to organize your men for unloading goods off the Ark.
{fin}
ZEPHYR
