JACK
Satisfied that he’s hit a nerve, Jack can only offer the cook a shit-eating grin for his trouble, arms folding across his scarred chest. ”The soup’s fine, Hali. Let’s just get this done and get back to the shade.” And the Hanged Man for drinks, with any luck. He stands back and watches as Saiden starts to dig, finishing his cigarette and flicking the butt away into the sands.
Soon enough the cook will find what Jack means, his hands grazing against a small box, roughly the width of his chest. It’s heavy - hence why Saiden is there - but the captain steps forward for this bit at least, helping to heft it out of its sandy prison. ”Mers always come through,” he grumbles, shoving the chest across the sand out into the open.
Soon enough the cook will find what Jack means, his hands grazing against a small box, roughly the width of his chest. It’s heavy - hence why Saiden is there - but the captain steps forward for this bit at least, helping to heft it out of its sandy prison. ”Mers always come through,” he grumbles, shoving the chest across the sand out into the open.
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
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