flick of the wrist

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

So here's the thing.

Jack nearly drowned a few weeks ago, and he's not all about that. And while what he's looking for to remedy that situation is something he might trade for in Haulani, sometimes you just like to do this shit yourself. That and maybe he's still a little salty about the Ark being headbutted by ghost whales, and he wants to take it out on something

But the smuggler is more about dirty fighting and knife tricks, and so he's roped in some help in the form of their newest crew member. She needs to get to grips with the islands anyway. So here they are, trekking along the cliffsides below the Aumakua lighthouse, Jack armed with a few weighted nets and a couple of bamboo spears.

"Cloud manta," he explains, padding barefoot over the rocks and sand, "are fuckin' delicious. They also possess jewels in their forehead that allow the wearer to breathe underwater. You can imagine why they're on the unfortunate end of the food chain in Torchline." The dual characteristics of tasty and useful are a bad combo, really.