it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”Then you’ll know it’s more interestin’ than watchin’ ships in the dark,” Jack murmured, drawing deeply on the cigarette and flicking the match over the rail, into the deep. Were it not for his particular set of skills, Jack might have suspected her to be a thief looking for an easy mark, but he didn’t sense anything of the sort from her. Yet, anyway.
And as she asked for a cigarette, the captain took the one he’d just lit from his lips to offer it out for her, exhaling smoke into the dark. ”Consider it a LongNight gift,” he said; it as probably as close to a gift as it got, when it came to Jack. ”You a Torcher, or just visitin’?” Most were just visiting these days, he was learning. Seemed their sleepy, crooked set of islands was becoming quite the tourist destination.
And as she asked for a cigarette, the captain took the one he’d just lit from his lips to offer it out for her, exhaling smoke into the dark. ”Consider it a LongNight gift,” he said; it as probably as close to a gift as it got, when it came to Jack. ”You a Torcher, or just visitin’?” Most were just visiting these days, he was learning. Seemed their sleepy, crooked set of islands was becoming quite the tourist destination.
