I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
Fat chance of that, Jack idly thought back, in a response that Saiden wouldn’t hear. That being said, the Hali’s cocky remark did earn a crooked grin from the captain, and he followed Jiao’s flight path up to the deck with raised eyebrows, as if she was suddenly worth his full attention. ”Apologies for the behaviour of my crew, Jiao,” he called, straightening up and rolling up the map he’d been poring over. Saiden would likely realise he was interested in the whatever-she-was by the fact that his knee jerk reaction wasn’t get the fuck off my ship.
Instead he began his own way up to the deck to join her, quirking a brow at Saiden in suggestion that he follow. ”Have you ever sailed before?” he wanted to know. And oh the cogs we’re turning already.
Instead he began his own way up to the deck to join her, quirking a brow at Saiden in suggestion that he follow. ”Have you ever sailed before?” he wanted to know. And oh the cogs we’re turning already.
