JACK
That’s the spirit, Jack thinks cheerfully to himself, her grumble filtering through to him no matter how quietly she might mutter it. Able to sense her behind him, his ears are sharp for her name, and he nods once in acknowledgement.
”Oh, I know you ain’t no damsel. Torchline’s got no use for damsels, so it’s a good thing there’s a bit of fire in you,” he calls over his shoulder, strolling along the docks until shadows start to loom up at one side; silhouettes of ships, pinpricks of lanterns from within telling that some are occupied.
Turning to walk lazily backwards, Jack considers her questions - and everything else about her at the same time, both said and unsaid. ”The Voice is a goddess. That’s just what they call her,” he explains. ”An’ my people ain’t got a problem with magic, no. Some places in Caido might, but Torchline welcomes all sorts. Magic is a pretty useful thing to have when you’re out at sea.”
Speaking of which, the smuggler pauses next to a gangplank, leading up to a galleon that sits in the water like a sleeping beast. ”This is The Ark. After you,” he says, gesturing up the plank.
”Oh, I know you ain’t no damsel. Torchline’s got no use for damsels, so it’s a good thing there’s a bit of fire in you,” he calls over his shoulder, strolling along the docks until shadows start to loom up at one side; silhouettes of ships, pinpricks of lanterns from within telling that some are occupied.
Turning to walk lazily backwards, Jack considers her questions - and everything else about her at the same time, both said and unsaid. ”The Voice is a goddess. That’s just what they call her,” he explains. ”An’ my people ain’t got a problem with magic, no. Some places in Caido might, but Torchline welcomes all sorts. Magic is a pretty useful thing to have when you’re out at sea.”
Speaking of which, the smuggler pauses next to a gangplank, leading up to a galleon that sits in the water like a sleeping beast. ”This is The Ark. After you,” he says, gesturing up the plank.
