JACK
Flora gives unfettered delight; Jack gives well what did you think would happen? Either way, the door-alarm is a success, and the captain nods his agreement at her reasoning. "Even some warnin' is enough to drop what you're doin' or to change the subject of a conversation," he points out. Perhaps they can set up an imaginary poker table in the back room, so at best it just looks as though Flora is playing host to a private bit of gambling.
That's for later, though; sans bell, they head into the back room and it's just as bare and shitty as Jack remembers. Grumbling his acknowledgement of what needs to get done, the captain starts hefting crates back out through the open door and towards the pile of wood and kindling that a certain demigod had started gathering together.
Jack removes the crates!
That's for later, though; sans bell, they head into the back room and it's just as bare and shitty as Jack remembers. Grumbling his acknowledgement of what needs to get done, the captain starts hefting crates back out through the open door and towards the pile of wood and kindling that a certain demigod had started gathering together.
Jack removes the crates!
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
