JACK
"Promises, promises," Jack drawled in response to Eloise; as if she had ever let him get near enough to care to check. Nodding at the sailor as if to dismiss him to his duties and let Jack worry about the crazy awful navigator, he moved to one of the railings to properly appraise the deep, black hole coming up far too close for comfort. Blue eyes focused sharply back onto Eloise as she continued to push and challenge, and he had to resist the urge to throw the logbook at her.
"Do you actually give one single, solitary fuck about the crew and this ship?" he asked coolly. "Since you came on board we been in more trouble than in all the years I've been sailin' combined - and that's a feat. Two men died not a week ago, and you'd have us cross the Maw to avoid your imaginary storm? What's your game?"
"Do you actually give one single, solitary fuck about the crew and this ship?" he asked coolly. "Since you came on board we been in more trouble than in all the years I've been sailin' combined - and that's a feat. Two men died not a week ago, and you'd have us cross the Maw to avoid your imaginary storm? What's your game?"
