Eloise
Shame, the pants. Eloise was looking forward to seeing the captain fight naked.
Moving herself into the corner of the bed nearest the wall so that she wouldn't be a target—for Jack's sake mind, given how necessary it was to keep her safe—Eloise bit down on a gasp of surprise as the man barrelled inside.
Once he righted himself from the falling books, he'd suddenly see the floor litered with all sorts of venomous snakes. A large python turned, rising up near as tall as Jack himself, tongue tasting the air. At the same time, Jack himself would be cloaked in illusion too: eyes near-black, the etch of skeletal wings out from his back, and the soft purr of fire coming from the blade he held.
Moving herself into the corner of the bed nearest the wall so that she wouldn't be a target—for Jack's sake mind, given how necessary it was to keep her safe—Eloise bit down on a gasp of surprise as the man barrelled inside.
Once he righted himself from the falling books, he'd suddenly see the floor litered with all sorts of venomous snakes. A large python turned, rising up near as tall as Jack himself, tongue tasting the air. At the same time, Jack himself would be cloaked in illusion too: eyes near-black, the etch of skeletal wings out from his back, and the soft purr of fire coming from the blade he held.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
