JACK
"Now that'd be tellin', sweetheart," Jack replies, baring his teeth in a grin. "I'm sure you'd not want the fine people of Torchline to know that scum like you have limped into port, mm? Then again, maybe they ought to know." He tilts his head, like it's an offer she can accept or reject.
Snorting out a laugh at her next comment, Jack settles himself back against the prow of his ship, takes a final drag of his cigarette and flicks the butt into the water far below. "Sounds like a you problem to me," he calls, as if controlling the weather is exactly the sort of thing he'd expect. As an Abandoned with control over air and water, well, maybe he's a little biased.
Oh, but then she's challenging him, and Jack can never resist a little bit of dick swinging. Sitting up, he calls out something to the crew on deck, something that has them raising brows and tilting heads, but relaying the orders nonetheless. Smoothly, the Ark's gunports open on her hull, aiming cannons directly at the Silver Serpent alongside her. "Get out of my port. Now."
Snorting out a laugh at her next comment, Jack settles himself back against the prow of his ship, takes a final drag of his cigarette and flicks the butt into the water far below. "Sounds like a you problem to me," he calls, as if controlling the weather is exactly the sort of thing he'd expect. As an Abandoned with control over air and water, well, maybe he's a little biased.
Oh, but then she's challenging him, and Jack can never resist a little bit of dick swinging. Sitting up, he calls out something to the crew on deck, something that has them raising brows and tilting heads, but relaying the orders nonetheless. Smoothly, the Ark's gunports open on her hull, aiming cannons directly at the Silver Serpent alongside her. "Get out of my port. Now."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
