There was no sight in the galaxy more stunning than a nebula, and Jupiter had one of the finest sodium nebula's the galaxy had to offer. James "Jack" Worley, first mate of the mighty Space Ship Surpasser, would whole heartedly agree. Jack had perched himself high above its mighty sails in the crows nest just to watch the colors drift freely about in space. Lucky for his fondness of nebulas, the crew of the Surpasser had been docked in a port on Ganymede, one of Jupiter's many moons, and its largest. The hull of the Surpasser was damaged during its last raid and was in desperate need of repairs.
Ganymede was vibrant fishing town. Most of the salty seadogs found themselves here. Coincidentally, this was the very week of the Ganymede Rock Lobster festival. A very pricey fish indeed, this lobster was a rarity, only to be found on Jupiter's one moon. So every year during the lobster's mating ritual, the residents of the moon held a massive festival feast for its locals and many visitors.
The aroma of cooked fish and spices filled the air around Jack's nose. He snorted, rubbing the tip of his nose with his finger attempting not to sneeze. It always hurt when he did. Jack had preferred to be left alone this night. He wasn't much in the mood for vibrant festivities and "fun", as it were. The stress of the pirate life was catching up on him, and he saw to it that he got his well deserved rest. A cool breeze swept over the ship from the west. It sent a chill down Jack's spine, but a good kind of chill. Jack was a very resilient man. Feeling, no matter pleasure or pain, was one of the few things that kept Jack's humanity in check. Having that shiver run down his spine reminded him of that.
Jack placed three fingers on his eyepatch in thought. It had been several years since he was rescued from the slums by his captain. Rescued from himself. Jack's gaze turned once again to the void of space where the nebula hung free, just as he does now.
Post Two
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A piercing voice shot Jack violently out of his daze and he shook with unpleasant expressions. He turned quickly looking over the railing of the crow's nest at his oppressor. An uninterested expression swept over the first mate's face. "Well, I would Jenefreak," Jack retorted. "But cool is just who I am." His eye rolled as if to say "duh". A toothy grin carved itself across his face as amusement struck.
But that moment didn't last very long as his captain emerged from the cabins demanding his attention. "You got it boss," he nodded. "Hear that Jenifunk? You got the week off. Go nuts!" his finger twirled next to his temple as he stuck his tongue out in an immature fashion. Jack couldn't help himself. Regardless of his mature age, he believed that immaturity kept the heart young and lively. He enjoyed poking fun at the crew members. It kept spirits lively. Not only that, but it sparked a healthy rivalry amongst his comrades, something every crew should have.
Jack's attention turned unto his captain as she once again demanded his attention. A small smile crept across his lips as the corners of his mouth turned upward in approval. Seeing his captain smile, he couldn't help himself. "How can I be all cooped up when I'm kissing the sky?" he smirked, his hand sweeping outwards gracing the tip of the nebula out in the distance with his fingertips.
Jack leaned back against the rail and slid back into his comfortable slump. He wasn't sure yet if he would venture out into the claustrophobic, rowdy, disruptive, smelly... on second thought, he just made up his mind. He shook the idea free from his head and stared off at the nebula again. This was his idea of a day off. As a thick silence fell over Jack in the crow's nest, the apparent sounds of the cybernetics in his arm whirred and creaked. Getting a touch up in town wouldn't be such a bad idea. I'll think about it... he thought, his human eye staring lustfully at the swirling colors of the nebula.
Ganymede was vibrant fishing town. Most of the salty seadogs found themselves here. Coincidentally, this was the very week of the Ganymede Rock Lobster festival. A very pricey fish indeed, this lobster was a rarity, only to be found on Jupiter's one moon. So every year during the lobster's mating ritual, the residents of the moon held a massive festival feast for its locals and many visitors.
The aroma of cooked fish and spices filled the air around Jack's nose. He snorted, rubbing the tip of his nose with his finger attempting not to sneeze. It always hurt when he did. Jack had preferred to be left alone this night. He wasn't much in the mood for vibrant festivities and "fun", as it were. The stress of the pirate life was catching up on him, and he saw to it that he got his well deserved rest. A cool breeze swept over the ship from the west. It sent a chill down Jack's spine, but a good kind of chill. Jack was a very resilient man. Feeling, no matter pleasure or pain, was one of the few things that kept Jack's humanity in check. Having that shiver run down his spine reminded him of that.
Jack placed three fingers on his eyepatch in thought. It had been several years since he was rescued from the slums by his captain. Rescued from himself. Jack's gaze turned once again to the void of space where the nebula hung free, just as he does now.
Post Two
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A piercing voice shot Jack violently out of his daze and he shook with unpleasant expressions. He turned quickly looking over the railing of the crow's nest at his oppressor. An uninterested expression swept over the first mate's face. "Well, I would Jenefreak," Jack retorted. "But cool is just who I am." His eye rolled as if to say "duh". A toothy grin carved itself across his face as amusement struck.
But that moment didn't last very long as his captain emerged from the cabins demanding his attention. "You got it boss," he nodded. "Hear that Jenifunk? You got the week off. Go nuts!" his finger twirled next to his temple as he stuck his tongue out in an immature fashion. Jack couldn't help himself. Regardless of his mature age, he believed that immaturity kept the heart young and lively. He enjoyed poking fun at the crew members. It kept spirits lively. Not only that, but it sparked a healthy rivalry amongst his comrades, something every crew should have.
Jack's attention turned unto his captain as she once again demanded his attention. A small smile crept across his lips as the corners of his mouth turned upward in approval. Seeing his captain smile, he couldn't help himself. "How can I be all cooped up when I'm kissing the sky?" he smirked, his hand sweeping outwards gracing the tip of the nebula out in the distance with his fingertips.
Jack leaned back against the rail and slid back into his comfortable slump. He wasn't sure yet if he would venture out into the claustrophobic, rowdy, disruptive, smelly... on second thought, he just made up his mind. He shook the idea free from his head and stared off at the nebula again. This was his idea of a day off. As a thick silence fell over Jack in the crow's nest, the apparent sounds of the cybernetics in his arm whirred and creaked. Getting a touch up in town wouldn't be such a bad idea. I'll think about it... he thought, his human eye staring lustfully at the swirling colors of the nebula.
