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So, this… Jack fellow. The dock worker hadn't said much, other than that if there's anyone who knows anything about Torchline and its people, it's probably Jack Barclay. She recognizes the ship from its bust (obviously, one does not forget that kind of bust) and as the Wraith approaches the deck from the dock, she ironically admires it once again. This had been Aurelia’s ship, if she recalls correctly, and the demigod spares a thought for the Outlander. Things had been so promising for Team Ascended on that front and then… like they always seem to, they inexplicably fell apart.
Well. No sense dwelling on it, she’s got some magic to bargain for. Equipped with a number of items, Wessex stands on the dock in front of the plank to the Ark, a bag slung over her shoulder, and hand up to shield her eyes from the sun. “I’m looking for Jack,” she calls out, hoping the man might be ‘at home.’ If not, she’ll just have to sit and wait for him to return.
Well. No sense dwelling on it, she’s got some magic to bargain for. Equipped with a number of items, Wessex stands on the dock in front of the plank to the Ark, a bag slung over her shoulder, and hand up to shield her eyes from the sun. “I’m looking for Jack,” she calls out, hoping the man might be ‘at home.’ If not, she’ll just have to sit and wait for him to return.
WESSEX
