JACK
Jack grunts his agreement about the sickness being bad for business, fishing a cigarette and a box of matches out of his pocket and striking up. ”Luckily for us, though, we ain’t just doin’ business with people who walk on land. S’why I brought you along.” His boots sink into the sand, both wet and dry, and he hops over a small pool of seawater to continue the way to the little glass cathedral.
Drawing deeply on the cigarette, he huffs out the smoke and glances back at Saiden. ”So the Climb ain’t recommended sailin’, is what I’m hearin’.” Given the fact that it’s not got much, if anything, in the way of water. They arrive at the structure soon enough, and Jack sinks to one knee to inspect the sand around it. ”If you spot a smuggler’s mark, let me know.”
Drawing deeply on the cigarette, he huffs out the smoke and glances back at Saiden. ”So the Climb ain’t recommended sailin’, is what I’m hearin’.” Given the fact that it’s not got much, if anything, in the way of water. They arrive at the structure soon enough, and Jack sinks to one knee to inspect the sand around it. ”If you spot a smuggler’s mark, let me know.”
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!
