JACK
He will be fine, and so will she, and everything will be fine. "Dragon bones," he drawls, snorting and shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up. I'm a smuggler, not a pirate. Or whatever you reckon keeps dragon bones on their ship." Glancing over at the recipe, he shrugs his shoulders. "Got plenty of peppermint bark an' regular honey. Not sure what you can do about the gross beetle water though."
Jack accepts the second drink, taking it a bit slower this time. "Still, if you're desperate I can get you what we got on board, but it'll cost you." Doesn't it always? "Don't ask me what yet, though. Always shit to do on deck." And wouldn't you know it, but his crew keep fucking off? Ingrates.
Jack accepts the second drink, taking it a bit slower this time. "Still, if you're desperate I can get you what we got on board, but it'll cost you." Doesn't it always? "Don't ask me what yet, though. Always shit to do on deck." And wouldn't you know it, but his crew keep fucking off? Ingrates.
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!
