JACK
"Yes," Jack says, as if the lies he tells are sacred oaths, and he smiles lopsidedly through the blood streaming across his lips and down his chin. As if to demonstrate, he lifts a hand and, with numb fingers, beckons the objects to fly closer. The gale in the lighthouse is enough to stir his hair around his face and set his clothes a'flutter, and as each object flies by, he plucks it from the air to present it to the goddess.
"I bring these to you, Safrin," he says, just about managing not to slur. I bring these to you, and I'll bring you the anchor from my ship if you want it instead. I'll have men thrown off the Aumakua in your name if that would suit you. I might not be able to make them fly for long, but it still counts, right?
"I bring these to you, Safrin," he says, just about managing not to slur. I bring these to you, and I'll bring you the anchor from my ship if you want it instead. I'll have men thrown off the Aumakua in your name if that would suit you. I might not be able to make them fly for long, but it still counts, right?
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
