JACK
He will be fine, and so will she, and everything will be fine. "Dragon bones," he drawls, snorting and shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up. I'm a smuggler, not a pirate. Or whatever you reckon keeps dragon bones on their ship." Glancing over at the recipe, he shrugs his shoulders. "Got plenty of peppermint bark an' regular honey. Not sure what you can do about the gross beetle water though."
Jack accepts the second drink, taking it a bit slower this time. "Still, if you're desperate I can get you what we got on board, but it'll cost you." Doesn't it always? "Don't ask me what yet, though. Always shit to do on deck." And wouldn't you know it, but his crew keep fucking off? Ingrates.
Jack accepts the second drink, taking it a bit slower this time. "Still, if you're desperate I can get you what we got on board, but it'll cost you." Doesn't it always? "Don't ask me what yet, though. Always shit to do on deck." And wouldn't you know it, but his crew keep fucking off? Ingrates.
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
