Snippet #2599718

Despite the Captains show of intimidation, Jackson couldn't resist the urge to smile. Yep, most of them are total rich pricks. The other small minority are just pricks by nature. Whether or not that changes depends on where they are...sometimes, He thought, putting himself in the latter category. "She might've. Anyone would, you can't ever please royals. Maybe she thinks it be easier to please us," his stomach growled. At this point, I'd just take her and hope for the best. "Well, I'll be right back, forgot something," he looked at 'Nora', shifting his weight between leaving and standing long enough to semi-properly introduce himself. "I'm Jack, quartermaster. Creeper over there is Bloom." he motioned over to her, before holding his finger up to his lips and left.

Bloom, for the first time up to that point, shifted her attention to Jackson, her expression changing to one of puzzlement. We don't need anything. What would he want then? A book? Food? Oh well. This Nora girl has very clean lungs.