JACK
”It sounds it,” Jack says dryly, holding the other side of the chest and hefting it up with Saiden. Together it’s easy for them to carry it over the sands, and the captain doesn’t give the curious glass cathedral behind them a second glance as he heads back towards the comparative hustle and bustle of the docks. Then the cook mentions Raza and Jack snorts, raising an eyebrow across at him. ”She’s got you hasslin’ on her behalf, has she?” He tuts.
”I’ll get it to her when I’ve got confirmation that the Hanged Man’s up to par properly again. But I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Hali.” And with nothing further to say on the subject, the pair cross the sands back to solid ground, shade and a good amount of whiskey and rum to wet their throats.
~FIN
”I’ll get it to her when I’ve got confirmation that the Hanged Man’s up to par properly again. But I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Hali.” And with nothing further to say on the subject, the pair cross the sands back to solid ground, shade and a good amount of whiskey and rum to wet their throats.
~FIN
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
