Eloise
No sooner had the words left his lips, then he'd feel his feet pushed into sand almost too hot to remain on. The ocean lapped relentlessly against the shore with the Ark anchored not terribly far away. But they weren't on the Ahi Coast, or anywhere Jack might recognize. Made-up oasis or a place from Eloise' history Jack wouldn't know, but there was sun and sand and just the two of them as requested.
With a grin, Jack would find himself looking into a pair of identical blue eyes. Eloise had been around the captain long enough to have his physicality down, and even a few mannerisms. So it was that as she smirked, the face she wore looked confidently arrogant as 'he' looked the real Jack up and down, as if appraising an imposter.
And hell, if this was some nerve of Jack's she was about to pinch, it wasn't like it was the first time she'd have ruined the mood or surprised him today.
With a grin, Jack would find himself looking into a pair of identical blue eyes. Eloise had been around the captain long enough to have his physicality down, and even a few mannerisms. So it was that as she smirked, the face she wore looked confidently arrogant as 'he' looked the real Jack up and down, as if appraising an imposter.
And hell, if this was some nerve of Jack's she was about to pinch, it wasn't like it was the first time she'd have ruined the mood or surprised him today.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
