JACK
”The day I find you in my bed is the day I walk on water,” Jack shot back, snorting and finding a crate to store his logbook in. No use having that slide overboard if they were planning to survive this little jaunt across The Maw. Jack didn’t see her disapproval but damned right did he know it was there, and he allowed himself a sharp little smile of satisfaction for the duchess in his care. As a street rat who had climbed to the top of the pile on his own merit, his opinion of her former title was understandably blasé.
At the thought of her using her illusion, Jack nearly let himself blurt out a don’t you dare or let them see, but he had been very careful to hide that talent of his, and so forced himself to bite his tongue.
Then they were upon it; at either side of the ship the wind died and the water grew warm and still and very, very black. Still the storm raged on their tail, but all was eerily silent but for the creak of the wood and the men breathing. ”It will take near enough an hour to reach the other side.”
At the thought of her using her illusion, Jack nearly let himself blurt out a don’t you dare or let them see, but he had been very careful to hide that talent of his, and so forced himself to bite his tongue.
Then they were upon it; at either side of the ship the wind died and the water grew warm and still and very, very black. Still the storm raged on their tail, but all was eerily silent but for the creak of the wood and the men breathing. ”It will take near enough an hour to reach the other side.”
