JACK
”The Climb, then. Do tell me how it went.” Especially given that the cook had all but taken off without saying a fucking word to the rest of the crew. Not that Jack particularly cares when they are on shore leave, but fuck if it isn’t the title of this thread. The smuggler strolls across the bright sands, revealed now that the tide is out. In the distance the Hale Ka’Aila glitters and sparkles in the sunlight, and Jack peeks over the bridge of his sunglasses to see it better.
The captain has foregone a shirt in the LongHeat weather, though it’s tucked in the back of his pants just in case. And whilst he may look utterly unremarkable next to Saiden and his 18 6-pack, their skin is of a similar bronze colour. The sun has lightened his dark hair with streaks of copper, as well, though if he gives a flying fuck about his appearance, it doesn’t show. ”The sickness. How bad’s it?”
The captain has foregone a shirt in the LongHeat weather, though it’s tucked in the back of his pants just in case. And whilst he may look utterly unremarkable next to Saiden and his 18 6-pack, their skin is of a similar bronze colour. The sun has lightened his dark hair with streaks of copper, as well, though if he gives a flying fuck about his appearance, it doesn’t show. ”The sickness. How bad’s it?”
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
