full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Jack is doing Jack-work, which basically equates to keeping a sharp eye on things and listening out for any trouble. Unfortunately, whatever Edwyn is doing inside the shrine has him distracted enough for the moment that he doesn’t realise the sailors are at each other’s throats until one of them throws a punch at the other. ”Oi!” he calls sharply, rounding on the two men.
”Congrats, you both just cut yourself out of the deal. Off you fuck,” he snaps, gesturing for the two men to get the fuck off this stretch of the beach. As for the others? He nods at the remaining worker for the wooden supports, moving to help with the grunt work (he’s always doing that lately, for fuck’s sake).
”You good, Hali?” he calls up to Saiden and his remaining fisherman.
Jack sends the two guys who fought packing, and gets his hands dirty to help with the wooden supports.
”Congrats, you both just cut yourself out of the deal. Off you fuck,” he snaps, gesturing for the two men to get the fuck off this stretch of the beach. As for the others? He nods at the remaining worker for the wooden supports, moving to help with the grunt work (he’s always doing that lately, for fuck’s sake).
”You good, Hali?” he calls up to Saiden and his remaining fisherman.
Jack sends the two guys who fought packing, and gets his hands dirty to help with the wooden supports.
