JACK
"I was so hopin' you would say that," Jack rumbles - and he's not even lying about it. With his head pounding from a mix of a hangover and a possible concussion, he can use all the help he can find; and it's so convenient to find some right where he'd decided to fall over lay down and take a nap. He offers little more than a nod of acknowledgement to hear her name, the captain lifting a hand in a lazy salute. "Call me Jack."
It's about as much as he'll give her until there's stone and wooden boards beneath their feet instead of sand, Jack leading them along the boardwalk to where his ship is moored, nestled between two others with her burnt red sails currently drooping low. "An' this is the Ark. If you follow me aboard, I'll get you the latest messages to run."
It's about as much as he'll give her until there's stone and wooden boards beneath their feet instead of sand, Jack leading them along the boardwalk to where his ship is moored, nestled between two others with her burnt red sails currently drooping low. "An' this is the Ark. If you follow me aboard, I'll get you the latest messages to run."
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!
