JACK
"Oh, ha. I forgot how incredibly witty you aren't," Jack quips back, accepting the offered rum and taking a small swallow of it, before handing it back across to Aurelia. They step back far enough to see the Safrin figurehead in the context of the rest of the Ark, Jack sinking down to perch on the edge of the wall and nodding his approval. "Reckon she'll cut a fine figure when we sail through the seas. And the stars."
He raises his eyebrows across at her, and even without telepathy it would be difficult not to see what she's posturing towards. Still, Jack offers her a sharp grin. "That's easy. They're loyal, reliable, the crew respect 'em, and they can do most anythin' I can do." He tilts his head. "Why, d'you fancy yourself for the job?"
He raises his eyebrows across at her, and even without telepathy it would be difficult not to see what she's posturing towards. Still, Jack offers her a sharp grin. "That's easy. They're loyal, reliable, the crew respect 'em, and they can do most anythin' I can do." He tilts his head. "Why, d'you fancy yourself for the job?"
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!
