the road to ruin

JACK

If only, Jack snips quietly back, though unfortunately they can't have that particular conversation out loud without revealing certain things about the captain. Still, whether it's in his own head or out loud, Aurelia's quite right. Whatever he says. Except now he's covered in glitter that seems to multiply when she touches it, and he feels like the best thing swaggering through the Boondocks, to boot. He has no idea what the fuck kind of magic she's packing, but he's not complaining right now.

"Of course it takes the form of glitter. It would, for you," he scoffs, turning to strut across the deck like he owns it, heading for a chest set low down between a couple of splintered boards. His steps only falter as he catches the reasoning behind her thoughts, and Jack takes a moment to mentally shrug that off. He's a fucking crook and she's fucking delusional, but nice is nice, he guesses.

"You want a pair of shades?" he asks, hopping into the little crevice where the chest is. "What kind?" Is he considering her request? Maybe. Shut up Aurelia.

Levering open the chest reveals a few tightly wrapped parcels that reveal exactly nothing about what might be inside them. "Bingo," Jack mutters.

believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes