I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
The pillar of ice rose out of the ocean like a sceptre, and Jack knew even from this distance who it would be. He whistled sharply to the men, relaying orders and bringing the Ark about to sail alongside the merfolk, the captain approaching the rail along the side of the ship. They were out from under the cover of the rain now, and the skies were blue and breezy, the seas calm (for now).
And Jack was in his element, his shirt half unbuttoned, the bruises along his jaw mostly gone by now, a mere whisper of unpleasantness that he had happily forgotten. ”Nerissa,” he rumbled, leaning against the rail to grin out at her, the cloak before the dagger. ”It’s been an eternity.” Looking up, he jerked a nod in Olavi’s direction; a silent acknowledgement of the present muscle.
”Apopo went and decided to blow her top,” he called out. ”Hard to make a Leafchange voyage when everythin’ is covered in ash.”
And Jack was in his element, his shirt half unbuttoned, the bruises along his jaw mostly gone by now, a mere whisper of unpleasantness that he had happily forgotten. ”Nerissa,” he rumbled, leaning against the rail to grin out at her, the cloak before the dagger. ”It’s been an eternity.” Looking up, he jerked a nod in Olavi’s direction; a silent acknowledgement of the present muscle.
”Apopo went and decided to blow her top,” he called out. ”Hard to make a Leafchange voyage when everythin’ is covered in ash.”
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
