blind eyes

JACK

Listen, Morgen, Jack's more of a delivery guy than a messenger, but either way don't fuckin' shoot him, alright? In the captain's defence (and this is a rarity, for him to even have one), he doesn't know shit about horses, but even he raised his eyebrows at the prospect of loading the animal onto the Ark at the Boondocks. Because he might be no equestrian, but he's a seasoned fuckin' sailor, and he's not mooring his ship anywhere near the shallows to turn into another wreck.

And so down comes the ramp from the cargo hold of an Ark that's majestically hovering above ground, and down come a few people from it (Rich Guy Minions, Jack has been calling them) with all manner of bullshit to apparently take charge of the colt that's (rightfully) freaking the fuck out.

The good captain isn't far behind, a few of his own crew handy to make sure the ramp is tethered properly to the ground, and he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his and as they start the approach towards wrangler and unicorn. "This is the only good place to land," he tells him, having caught thoughts if not words once they're close enough. "Unless you wanna trek towards the Oerwoud."

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