your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
Well all's well that ends well, and for all the theatrics around him the governor seems to have his shit under control, re-appearing in massive dragon form (compensating much, Jata?) and casting a shadow on the sea. You turn back only long enough to reassure yourself that the fucker isn't dead, and then focus your attention on the shoreline once more, hands on the wheel as you keep the Ark steady.
"Seems like they're more active'n usual," you grumble to Jack, braced for another strike to the hull. "Shit's gone to hell this past year, kiddo. Keep yer wits about when y'go back out, eh?"
Not that you care or anything. Because you definitely don't.
Zeph's still steerin' us back to port
"Seems like they're more active'n usual," you grumble to Jack, braced for another strike to the hull. "Shit's gone to hell this past year, kiddo. Keep yer wits about when y'go back out, eh?"
Not that you care or anything. Because you definitely don't.
Zeph's still steerin' us back to port
ZEPHYR
