for wenches and mead!
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02-08-2022, 03:01 PM
Here's the thing-- with Jack and her penchant for trouble, it was possible (sometimes bordering on probable) that each and every day could be her last. Even before becoming one of Pirate's Plunder, she'd lived the pirate lifestyle. Some days you win, some days you get piss on the wrong person's stoop and... well, you know the rest. Jack didn't need to worry about that though. She'd do her best to charm her way out of even the worst situations. How effective that happened to be depended on the day. The fog kept the heat at bay, and Jack was grateful for that. It was damp here, and she could feel it in her lungs. There was the scent, too, that came with the damp. It was strange, maybe a bit heavy on the decay side of things... but not bad. No, there were no complaints. All Jack could do was take it in. It wasn't until she heard the voice that the antihero realized she wasn't alone in this strange stretch of forest. She peered curiously through the fog, head canting to the side. She'd certainly heard a voice, but the trees seemed to obscure the direction. Weird. "Yeah, is someone out there?" Maybe the forest was playing tricks on her. Jack's tone didn't waver. Curious and confident... who knows, maybe the trees here talked. At this point, very little would surprise her. Another handful of long, bold steps brought her through the trees. Where was she? Where was the originator of that voice? "Are we playing hide and seek?" Okay maybe Jack was a little old for a game like that but like... who was going to judge? The trees? Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god |
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