The Docks, Saturday
Jack emerged from the Homer's cabin a little groggily, flopped into his chair, and stared up at the sky. Apparently, he'd spent an entire WEEK as a LITTLE TEAPOT. Oh, he bet THAT had played well on the radio. Later, when he found out it hadn't even been mentioned because his mun's retconning like a mad fiend, he'd be disappointed. For right now, though, he needed a beer.
He'd missed his birthday, even. Another year down the drain, another year closer to retirement, another year getting more old. Except not -- all the time travel and stuff meant he was actually older than that. He'd have to ask Carter to count it all up, sometime, once he'd gone home. Damn, and he hadn't gotten the kid anything, either.
AND he'd missed his "job" at the "goddess"'s "store". He'd have to explain to her.
He sipped his beer and watched the horizon. Yup. He'd worry about everything later.
After a while, he got up just long enough to set out his sign on the pier.
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Great rates to float my boat
He'd missed his birthday, even. Another year down the drain, another year closer to retirement, another year getting more old. Except not -- all the time travel and stuff meant he was actually older than that. He'd have to ask Carter to count it all up, sometime, once he'd gone home. Damn, and he hadn't gotten the kid anything, either.
AND he'd missed his "job" at the "goddess"'s "store". He'd have to explain to her.
He sipped his beer and watched the horizon. Yup. He'd worry about everything later.
After a while, he got up just long enough to set out his sign on the pier.
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Great rates to float my boat