i want to taste you again
She can loathe it all she likes; Jack doesn't care. He watches her take in the world around them - the port in the distance, the bobbing ships on the ocean, the warm sands, and waits for her to make her appraisal. And when she does, he smiles again - it's not a knowing smirk this time, but it's just as shit-eating. "An extra pair of hands, and whatever skills you're bringin' with you," he says, turning a bit to point out across the docks.
In the port, bobbing amongst the other vessels, is one ship in particular that's marked by its sun-bleached maroon sails. "That's the Ark," he murmurs. "She's mine, and she can always use more crew. Room and board in exchange for work, until you find your feet." He winks - the implication being that his crew rarely leave, once they're in.
In the port, bobbing amongst the other vessels, is one ship in particular that's marked by its sun-bleached maroon sails. "That's the Ark," he murmurs. "She's mine, and she can always use more crew. Room and board in exchange for work, until you find your feet." He winks - the implication being that his crew rarely leave, once they're in.
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!
