JACK
They get the job done, however... weird and mish-mashed it is, and Jack can only softly shake his head as he watches the adventures of mud, honeybee girl, meat, angry pumpkins and big cats. A fleeting glance over his shoulder shows Milo playing a similar game with the gourds on the other side of the ship, and, like it or not, Jack's crew do seem to have it under control. Well all fucking right then.
"Leave the meat somewhere just within the Feverlands," he calls to Melita. Hopefully something bigger will make a meal of the little orange pricks, and he won't have to look at her making mournful faces at them any more. "Then get back up here, the rest of you. We'll station crew to keep an eye out, but I reckon you've done your bit for the time being."
"Leave the meat somewhere just within the Feverlands," he calls to Melita. Hopefully something bigger will make a meal of the little orange pricks, and he won't have to look at her making mournful faces at them any more. "Then get back up here, the rest of you. We'll station crew to keep an eye out, but I reckon you've done your bit for the time being."
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!
