JACK
"Mayhap you should visit more often'n find out," Jack drawls; it's a barbed remark, because of course it is. Alex gliding into the islands' port more than once in a blue moon would draw too much notice from the sort of businesses and establishments that didn't like dealing with pirates, as well as those that did. And sometimes it wasn't always clear which was worse. "Mmhm," he says with a raise of his eyebrows at her cheekiness, falling quiet to step in through the doors of the Hanged Man.
Her thoughts crash against his telepathy like a wave, and though he's a dab hand at keeping a poker face, his curiosity does prick up at Locke's name. Now what was that doing in her head? Jack slumps down at a booth, raising a hand at the bar to indicate his usual, and kicks out the chair that Alex might join him. "How does a waif like you end up with a big bad pirate ship of her own?" he inquires.
Her thoughts crash against his telepathy like a wave, and though he's a dab hand at keeping a poker face, his curiosity does prick up at Locke's name. Now what was that doing in her head? Jack slumps down at a booth, raising a hand at the bar to indicate his usual, and kicks out the chair that Alex might join him. "How does a waif like you end up with a big bad pirate ship of her own?" he inquires.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
