JACK
”The fuck happened here?” Jack’s cheerful presence is clearly one that everyone has missed, and the captain ducks under the tarps and into the garish, lantern fucked pre-dawn light of what’s left of the Hanged Man. It doesn’t look its best, and neither does its owner, but hell if he’ll say that after a season at sea. Jack’s of the opinion that the fuckers who came before him might’ve been right; women on a ship is unlucky.
He never got double fucked by a ghost whale and a tempest before he had a bunch of crew members with tits, put it that way.
Clapping Milo’s shoulder probably a lot harder than he needs to, he moves to lean against one of the counters still standing. ”What’d you need?”
He never got double fucked by a ghost whale and a tempest before he had a bunch of crew members with tits, put it that way.
Clapping Milo’s shoulder probably a lot harder than he needs to, he moves to lean against one of the counters still standing. ”What’d you need?”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
