JACK
The pumpkins can't hear Locke's thoughts, but Jack certainly can, and it's a good thing that he's already laughing at Milo fumbling with the harpoon, because heh, that was a good one. Approaching the side of the ship again, he lances down with the harpoons to pierce through a good stack of the gourds trying to climb up and onto the deck, flinging them away where they splatter and break on the mud before.
Melita's arrows are just as effective, and though it's a close call for Milo, he does succeed in striking down the pumpkin he's aimed for. A lot of the others are now hissing and squelching and playing follow the leader with Locke. "Could roast the seeds, or make pumpkin soup," he adds with a shrug. "I ain't a chef, I don't fuckin' know."
Speaking of, their chef is fucking off into the Feverlands with a bunch of new gourd children. "An' what's your plan now?" Jack hollers to him.
Melita's arrows are just as effective, and though it's a close call for Milo, he does succeed in striking down the pumpkin he's aimed for. A lot of the others are now hissing and squelching and playing follow the leader with Locke. "Could roast the seeds, or make pumpkin soup," he adds with a shrug. "I ain't a chef, I don't fuckin' know."
Speaking of, their chef is fucking off into the Feverlands with a bunch of new gourd children. "An' what's your plan now?" Jack hollers to him.
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!
