even if i come back, even if i die, is there some idea to replace my life?
"Seems like that would be a helpful trick for a captain." Eloise said, while out on the water an illusory iteration of Jack did cartwheels on the open sea before fading away beneath the thrust of a particularly vicious wave. I bet he has a mirror on his ceiling and always gets his partner on top so he can watch himself while he fucks.
"Is that so. Fancy a game of cards, then?" The illusionist quipped, aiming for casualness which immediately fell short as the full scope of the Maw beneath came into view. Eloise' breath caught in her chest while all semblance of energy seemed to drip out of her through her feet. white-knuckled hands held the railing as she gazed overboard. It was indescribable. It made her feel small and weak; the potential of all that could be down there looming large suddenly.
"The stories the men tell...about a whale without skin..have you ever seen one?" Eloise herself didn't know if the words were meant to be small talk or some sort last-ditch effort to understand how she might die.
"Is that so. Fancy a game of cards, then?" The illusionist quipped, aiming for casualness which immediately fell short as the full scope of the Maw beneath came into view. Eloise' breath caught in her chest while all semblance of energy seemed to drip out of her through her feet. white-knuckled hands held the railing as she gazed overboard. It was indescribable. It made her feel small and weak; the potential of all that could be down there looming large suddenly.
"The stories the men tell...about a whale without skin..have you ever seen one?" Eloise herself didn't know if the words were meant to be small talk or some sort last-ditch effort to understand how she might die.
