i've seen dark before

i want to taste you again

"A month is fine," Jack says, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "Gonna be travelling in the opposite direction to the Oerwoud for a bit, so ain't urgent." And even when he does receive them, of course Jack will want to start annotating the maps with his own notes and locations, because honestly, if your secret drop points are obvious enough for a cartographer to map them, they aren't as secret as you think.

A smirk curls up one side of his mouth to hear the confidence bolster her words, and he inclines his head to her. "However you decide to send 'em, have 'em brought to a ship called The Ark," he says. "An' if she ain't in port, drop 'em at The Hanged Man tavern." That should at least get them somewhere safe before Jack can pick them up.

Jack's plans had not been bad ones, and he'd say as much if it wouldn't blow a very important cover, and they hadn't even been anything to do with Sunjata. They'd just involved him remaining as Governor - which is not a difficult role to hold, in the captain's opinion. "What goes 'round comes 'round," he drawls with a shrug. From the little he's heard about the Flood these days - and the whole losing the war thing - Sunjata's laying in a bed that he made, Jack thinks.

like a secret or a sin

JACK