A black flag, is a flag of freedom
"Jack? That fits." He looks like a Jack. His question though gets a small shrug and an amused grin. "It's Torchline. Places either last generations or are gone in a season." It was one thing she had always liked about the region, it's unpredictability. "Who knows if the restaurants or cafes I used to like are still here?"
But then Jack leads them to The Hanged Man and Alex understands his incredulity. "See? Some last generations." The pirate says cheekily as she walks in with a skip in her step. In all honesty she was relieved to see the place still standing. She'd snuck in here with Locke a few times when she was younger to steal snacks. It was one of the few places in Torchline that held good memories for her. Though there just as many painful ones here from the other members of their family.
But then Jack leads them to The Hanged Man and Alex understands his incredulity. "See? Some last generations." The pirate says cheekily as she walks in with a skip in her step. In all honesty she was relieved to see the place still standing. She'd snuck in here with Locke a few times when she was younger to steal snacks. It was one of the few places in Torchline that held good memories for her. Though there just as many painful ones here from the other members of their family.
Alex
