JACK
One never knew, indeed. Perhaps Jack ought to have been offended at the train of Hadama's thought, but his ego is far too robust a thing to care about others' opinions. Besides, like with most things, Jack has an answer for it. "My pretty face ain't enough?" A smirk curls across his lips and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug, settling back in his seat.
"Torchline'll keep on runnin' regardless of whether I give my advice to the governor, or queen, or whatever other title crops up," he assures Hadama. "I ought'a know." It's not quite the same as saying I run this joint, someone else just wears the crown, but the underbelly of the islands is as dark as the ocean is deep, and Jack has weaved himself right into its core.
"Torchline'll keep on runnin' regardless of whether I give my advice to the governor, or queen, or whatever other title crops up," he assures Hadama. "I ought'a know." It's not quite the same as saying I run this joint, someone else just wears the crown, but the underbelly of the islands is as dark as the ocean is deep, and Jack has weaved himself right into its core.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
