JACK
"Oh do indulge me - what stories do they tell? I love hearin' about myself," Jack said, though as he spoke he was already subtly shifting his weight and moving around on the deck, his eyes always pinned on the water. It belied the real caution and worry about sailing directly across The Maw, at odds with his otherwise blase conversation with Eloise.
Briefly he glanced across at his navigator, tilting his head at her. "Imagine if you had a ship and there was no one on board that might manipulate the air," he said, nodding up to their full sails but the otherwise dead sea around them. "How do you imagine they would get out of here?" Translation: this place is weird and I have a fucking right to be riled up.
Her overactive imagination and the mouth of a Caido-sized whale was enough to have Jack throwing up a mental guard against her open mind - he really didn't need that turning his legs to jelly right now, no thank you very much. "You think? I reckon I'd be pretty good at it too." Those poor children would never sleep a wink.
Briefly he glanced across at his navigator, tilting his head at her. "Imagine if you had a ship and there was no one on board that might manipulate the air," he said, nodding up to their full sails but the otherwise dead sea around them. "How do you imagine they would get out of here?" Translation: this place is weird and I have a fucking right to be riled up.
Her overactive imagination and the mouth of a Caido-sized whale was enough to have Jack throwing up a mental guard against her open mind - he really didn't need that turning his legs to jelly right now, no thank you very much. "You think? I reckon I'd be pretty good at it too." Those poor children would never sleep a wink.
