[Jacks device was bumped by the hilt of a sword on the dresser nest to him. The sound of a thunderous roar is coming from the closet. Jack was bathed and now is covered in the sticky terrible mess of snot from the beast as he opened his door for a fresh jacket. Now....he has to start all over again ( Read more... )

[Jack hasn't been inside the manor for nearly two weeks now and surrounding him are tools that he snatched from the shed that were used for cutting and shaping wood. Saws of three different sizes, an ax, a plane and a hammer and chisel were strewn about along with shaped pieces of wood in various sizes ( Read more... )

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[Jack was rarely a man of convention and yet here he was running through the snow and back toward the safe house. Behind him is a sled he's pulling and strapped to his legs, arms and chest were furs. The sled contained boxes of supplies that he's found and among them was vodka. How he managed to keep warm? He got drunk. It kept his blood from ( Read more... )

[Jack has now been at the safe house for a day and he's already starting to show signs of impatience. He knows he can't stop the snow but his wandering heart keeps him from staying in one place for too long. He had to move. He walked toward the end of the hall and looked out the window. Despite the cold, he had two options; stay and suffer boredom ( Read more... )

[Jack emerged out of the water in the swimming pool wearing his shirt and breeches. He hadn't opened his eyes just yet when the sound of a sword being drawn and the tip placed at his neck was the only visible part other than a pair of highly polished black boots and bright white knickers.]

Come out, Pirate.[Jack cleared the water from his eyes ( Read more... )

[Jack finally found his room after waking up outside and got all dewy from the morning. He doesn't realize the device is there and recording him as he's going through....everything. He's opening drawers, trunks, shuffling through papers and opening doors ( Read more... )

[Jack wasn't ready for waking up on the couch in an unfamiliar place. Tortuga was one such place. Here, something was very off. He quickly stands up, draws his sword and looks to the left and right swiftly. He dodges through the room, his boots sounded heavy along with the rattling of the luck coins tied to his locks at the ends and the beads ( Read more... )