full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Perhaps in an identical iteration of brooding silence, Jack could only raise his eyebrows down at Eloise, wondering what she would do now that she had actually gotten the last word on the matter. She wrenched her wrist back and forth and he let her go (maybe at a point where it might have made her stumble, maybe not); it was causing too much of an ache in his bad hand to continue the charade anyway.
The captain didn’t even bother to dodge back from the next blow. He let her fist smack into his shoulder and spread his arms, as if inviting her to beat the shit out of him if that’s what she really thought would end this stupidity. It was a learning curve for the two of them, as it turned out; people really didn’t like knowing someone was in their head, apparently. And Jack could absolutely relate.
The captain didn’t even bother to dodge back from the next blow. He let her fist smack into his shoulder and spread his arms, as if inviting her to beat the shit out of him if that’s what she really thought would end this stupidity. It was a learning curve for the two of them, as it turned out; people really didn’t like knowing someone was in their head, apparently. And Jack could absolutely relate.
