JACK
"That's the spirit," Jack rumbles. "It's why most anyone travels anywhere." It's why he does, as well as for business. The ocean is freedom to a poor boy brought up staring out at it - strange, the parallels that might be drawn between the scene he'd stumbled upon that morning with this waif.
Still, she moves to fall in step with him, Jack's eyes on the port up ahead, painted in shades of the dawn. The sails on the harbour are beginning to catch the light as well, and the captain finds himself breathing in the sea breeze, letting it sober him further that he might turn his attention properly to the day ahead.
"Sounds like the kind of shit my ship could use day-to-day. Got a lot of shit that needs movin', on and off. Could use someone to run messages to merchants for a mornin', if you want to earn," he says, though there's a small smile on his face as he glances across at her. "Nothin' illegal, of course." Probably. Not.
Still, she moves to fall in step with him, Jack's eyes on the port up ahead, painted in shades of the dawn. The sails on the harbour are beginning to catch the light as well, and the captain finds himself breathing in the sea breeze, letting it sober him further that he might turn his attention properly to the day ahead.
"Sounds like the kind of shit my ship could use day-to-day. Got a lot of shit that needs movin', on and off. Could use someone to run messages to merchants for a mornin', if you want to earn," he says, though there's a small smile on his face as he glances across at her. "Nothin' illegal, of course." Probably. Not.
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
