JACK
"Jack's around, an' you heard right." The captain's voice rings down the docks where Jack is strolling back towards his ship, busy lighting a cigarette with a match while the sun beams down. He lifts sharp blue eyes to Locke's face, taking note of a lot more than is polite given the nature of his magic. A little drunk is fine. Scarred hands is better. Food is the cherry on the top; Jack doesn't really give a fuck, but his crew are fuelled on good food.
"What you offerin'?" he asks, nodding down at the basket and breezing past Locke to head up the gangplank to where the rest of the crew are hard at work making the final preparations for a Leafchange voyage. "Other'n your name." He gestures for the other man to fill in the blank with said name.
"What you offerin'?" he asks, nodding down at the basket and breezing past Locke to head up the gangplank to where the rest of the crew are hard at work making the final preparations for a Leafchange voyage. "Other'n your name." He gestures for the other man to fill in the blank with said name.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!