JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I've no doubt you will," Jack purrs to Flora, out of earshot of any snooping demigods (and he should fucking know). Still, rolling his eyes but complying with the moving of furniture for no other reason than it's not his problem once it's all said and done, the captain finds himself standing in the Hanged Man dusting off his hands. He can almost replay old memories here if he tries hard enough, but the sudden knowledge that most of those he knew are gone now, or missing, is just the right sort of unpleasant to keep him from the task.
"Just another deck to swab," he points out, when it comes to mopping. And thus Flora will learn that Jack Barclay isn't just a sailor by name, because by the time he's done with the interior of the Hanged Man, it will be of the same quality as the deck of the Ark. (That is to say - fucking spotless, thank you very much).
Jack mops!
"Just another deck to swab," he points out, when it comes to mopping. And thus Flora will learn that Jack Barclay isn't just a sailor by name, because by the time he's done with the interior of the Hanged Man, it will be of the same quality as the deck of the Ark. (That is to say - fucking spotless, thank you very much).
Jack mops!
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
