wrecked land and hope

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

"It must be awful nice to have so much time to philosophise on that sort of shit. Is that what's left, when pleasure an' pain ain't around any more?" Jack smirks across to Edwyn, unashamedly enjoying the ribbing from a man whose mind gives him away as being soft and dreamy. Especially since he gets as good as he gives, it appears, and between the distraction of an Ascended sex room and the realisation that he's been caught with his pants down (and without a cloud manta jewel), Jack can only scoff and reach out to clap him roughly on the shoulder.

Touche," says, his feet echoing in a hollow drumbeat on the docks. "I'll make a point to carry a jewel with me from now on, so I'm not such a burden, washing up on shore in front of you." Speaking of in front of, Jack halts suddenly to nod up to the ship beside them. "Welcome to the Ark. She good enough for your notepad?"

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt