
“Where the fuck have you even seen a baby?”

“What – happened?” Jack wasn’t usually the one sprawled out on the ground like a dead thing, and he definitely was not the one who tended to get himself fucked beyond all reckoning just so that he could sleep. So whatever it was that had knocked Jack to a point this low – couldn’t be good. For Jack or the Ranger and her crew, as frankly Vane needed his quartermaster to be fucking functional.
Crouching, he laid a hand on a narrow, pointy shoulder and half rolled Jack to get a look at him. To see if he was sauced off his ass or injured, or if he really was just having. Some arcane Jack moment understood only by himself. “You good?”

“For fuck sakes Jack,” The sudden jab into his side was even less welcome while his ribs were still recovering from earlier impacts than it would have been under normal circumstances, “It’s not my fault these fucks don’t know when to give up.”
This should have been a normal prize – the fact these men were fighting like mad dogs told him they had something aboard that ship their country would sooner see them hang than accept their surrender of. They were fighting like men who knew they were dead if they didn’t at any rate – which meant of course there was no choice but to sweep through and subdue them.
Whatever they were protecting was worth a fortune to someone, after all.
“This’ll be over soon and you can express your complaints after we’ve secured the ship – understand?”
{ Shit To Say Meme }

“You can’t say that shit outloud Jack. This is why the other ones get so pissed off at you – they know. You pick favorites, and they know, and it causes dissention in the ranks. This is how people end up with rats in their stew.”
{ Shit To Say Meme }

Shooken? Charles glanced over, attempting to discern if Jack was drunk or just taking the piss as per usual. “You reach the point you’re just making shit up now?”
{ The Borgias }

“You sure? Could have sworn I heard you say ain’t nothin’ just yesterday.” Charles couldn’t even imagine those words in Jack’s voice, but it was worth it just to take the piss out of him a little.
{ The Tudors }

“Immortal.” There were times when Jack said the absolute dumbest shit for a man so fucking intelligent. “He was covered in blood – most of it his own. Never knew an immortal could bleed so much.” Leaning forward, Charles pointed his cheroot at Jack’s nose, his intent clear, “Show me a man who can get in a fight like that – and come out without a scratch – and I’ll believe he’s immortal. Until then,” He slammed the fiery end into the table, crushing the threat as surely as he did the intent to deify any man on this fucking island, “He’s just fucking lucky.” Charles held his gaze steady, daring the other man to argue. “You got that right, Jack?”
{ Iconic Lines }

That was quite the assertion. Lowering his glass, Graham eyed the other man a moment before stating frankly, “Whether or not you have a soul is between you and God – it is no place of mine to observe otherwise.”
{ True Confessions Of Charlotte Doyle }

He’d guessed, honestly – but he hadn’t been about to place expectations on Bonny; she was too unpredictable for it. In truth, he was glad she had shown up even if it was just to see him off. Doing this wasn’t something that came light or easy, and it absolutely wasn’t something he could explain to Jack. The man would never get it – but her?
She had enough of her own demons to know the necessity inherent in killing them once and for all, of that, he held no doubts.
“You’ll keep things going in my absence.” It’s not a question – he knows she has what it takes to manage affairs alongside Jack – and to keep their mutual friend from asking too many questions, or doing anything stupid of his own. He hesitated a moment, and in the end he wasn’t sure who he was assuring when he stated frankly, “I will be back. Soon. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone, yeah?”

“You absolutely do not,” The counter was immediate as it was amused, “You’d never stick around for a minute if that was true.” Not that he was always smug – he just knew when Jack was griping for the sake of hearing his own voice, and wasn’t above calling it out.