may the waves take you home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone “That’s not very reassuring at all,” she says with a sharp laugh. Lily is nice to look at, sure, and she can be generous and flirtatious, but her mind’s a bit darker and far more judgemental than she appears to be. And Jack? Well, the redhead has a hunch that he actually isn’t very nice at all. For example - she casts her eye surreptitiously at her supposed admirers. They all seem rather intoxicated, though she has to admit that one or two - yes, even the women - are as attractive as Jack is. Maybe it’s the whole sunkissed thing…? The general acceptance of danger and the kind of yolo that comes with that lifestyle? Whatever it is, she sees it, and she mulls it quickly over, and then decides that the guy sitting across from her is preferable. “What d’ya say you help me make ‘em definitely want to make my acquaintance later in the week?” merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye