JACK
One of his crew suggests spending valuable rations on the gourds. Another thinks - doesn't say it, but it doesn't matter - about leaving claw marks in the side of his ship. (And mark Jack's words, if Locke tries, he'll stab him with a fucking harpoon, see if he doesn't). Then there's Milo, who receives a pointed finger in his direction. "That's the kind of positivity this ship's been lackin'," he informs the rest of them, using the butt of the harpoon to jab another pumpkin away from the ship.
The gourds, at least, seem to be leaving the Ark alone for now, intent on crowding the tree that Locke has climbed. And hey, at least they're not bothering the ship any more, and Jack is kind of tempted to just let the situation develop from here. He's got a feeling, though, that the rest of the crew won't feel the same.
"Fine," he grumbles to Melita. "Grab some meat, distract 'em enough for the stupid cat to get down."
The gourds, at least, seem to be leaving the Ark alone for now, intent on crowding the tree that Locke has climbed. And hey, at least they're not bothering the ship any more, and Jack is kind of tempted to just let the situation develop from here. He's got a feeling, though, that the rest of the crew won't feel the same.
"Fine," he grumbles to Melita. "Grab some meat, distract 'em enough for the stupid cat to get down."
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!
