it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”You can say that again,” Jack mutters, pleased to note that at least the canals are doing their job in some capacity. He steps forward so they might converse properly at the water’s edge, though by no means is the captain stupid enough to walk into the arms (er, tentacles?) of someone like Nerissa. It doesn’t stop him from reaching out to give her the paper bag, however, setting the bottle down on the side of the bank for her to get whenever she pleases.
He grunts a note of discord at the matter of his voyage, Jack huffing out a sigh and plopping down to sit. ”Attacked by a ghost whale. Sailed through the arse end of a storm. But it was profitable enough. Shame I can’t say the same for Torchline. Have the mers been affected by this sickness?” he asks.
He grunts a note of discord at the matter of his voyage, Jack huffing out a sigh and plopping down to sit. ”Attacked by a ghost whale. Sailed through the arse end of a storm. But it was profitable enough. Shame I can’t say the same for Torchline. Have the mers been affected by this sickness?” he asks.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
