i want to taste you again
She's a sharp one; Jack gleans that from no more than a quick look at her appearance, her mannerisms, her thoughts. And care, he's sure she will soon realise, is a very wise thing to take in a land like this one. As she offers her hand and backtracks - simple girl his ass - he gives her another long and lingering look, before reaching out to clap his hand into hers. It's warm and calloused, a sailor's hands by anyone's account, but it's more than hauling rope and barrels that have given Jack his scars.
"Call me Jack." He jerks his head over his shoulder. "Behind me's the Kaiholo Port. You're in a stretch of islands called Torchline. Main island's called Haulani. I'll give you that much for free. What's it worth for more?" Smirking, he doesn't let her hand go. "You ain't my first Outlander, love. I know you've got nothin', so let's cut the crap here, shall we?"
"Call me Jack." He jerks his head over his shoulder. "Behind me's the Kaiholo Port. You're in a stretch of islands called Torchline. Main island's called Haulani. I'll give you that much for free. What's it worth for more?" Smirking, he doesn't let her hand go. "You ain't my first Outlander, love. I know you've got nothin', so let's cut the crap here, shall we?"
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
