I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
Though he didn't say it, Jack was also curious about what exactly from the myths was true about the Fae, but there were bigger things afoot here. Folding his arms across his chest to watch as Jiao tilted so precariously towards falling into the ocean, he found himself unsurprised that she thought he would be able to teach her how to sail, on an anchored ship, near instantly.
"Most of the experience comes from when the ship is out on the water," he said. "I'm on the market for new crew members, if you're lookin' for hands on experience. In the meantime, I can give you a tour." He gestured vaguely at Saiden. "This is our cook, by the way. Don't be fooled by the bronzed statue look - he's not bad." Close to a compliment as he would get.
"Most of the experience comes from when the ship is out on the water," he said. "I'm on the market for new crew members, if you're lookin' for hands on experience. In the meantime, I can give you a tour." He gestured vaguely at Saiden. "This is our cook, by the way. Don't be fooled by the bronzed statue look - he's not bad." Close to a compliment as he would get.
