full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
”Ah, I see,” Jack mutters, hauling driftwood and seaweed and other crap that’s been washed in from outside into the seawater. Honestly it’s pretty easy to work in here, given that it’s in the shade of the LongHeat sun, and there’s enough of a breeze coming off the waves outside to keep them from drowning in humidity. As he finishes the last of his clean-up, he does indeed spot some clever trinkets.
And does he think of grabbing them? You’re fucking right he does. ”What’s she like then, this Voice?” he wonders, collecting up said trinkets and considering for a moment what they would look like on his walls, or as a trade with the merfolk. But angering a goddess is a bit far even for the rough captain. ”Where’d you want these?” he calls to Edwyn instead, nodding at the treasure he’s found.
And does he think of grabbing them? You’re fucking right he does. ”What’s she like then, this Voice?” he wonders, collecting up said trinkets and considering for a moment what they would look like on his walls, or as a trade with the merfolk. But angering a goddess is a bit far even for the rough captain. ”Where’d you want these?” he calls to Edwyn instead, nodding at the treasure he’s found.
