week 12 | when Jack is deda

[baptizer]

I will simply put my faith in you once more.
One last time.

[ Fridays were rolling together far more quickly than she would have imagined. Two had passed and now, Elizabeth feels alone. She was in the dark, completely with what had happened. Loved ones on the ship as the final hours began ticking. Everything had shut off like little stars dimming themselves goodnight before the sun rises.

Elizabeth knew Rhys was gone and she feels a burden on her chest. She doesn't want anyone to worry about her - no one at all. Adelina, Hancock, hell - even Bull probably took a worry with her after her untimely death and she doesn't... want that. She wasn't a little girl, not anymore.

She sits on the springy, dry cot that situates itself in the corner of her cabin. It was lonely, but then again - was she ever really not lonely? Her whole life can be summed up to people leaving her or people living her alone.

Elizabeth hadn't the heart to venture out - to ask who joined them in the graveyard. One? Two? Who knew how many could be slaughtered as long as those creatures still roamed free. She had requested one thing - a notepad to draw lazily against. Her pencil drags in abstract shapes, blossoming flowers and flying birds daring to jolt off the page.

She was fine with this, she thinks. She served her purpose to help the others and she prays, oh, as her head lays down and she murmurs to herself - she prays for everyone aboard the Pygmalion. ]

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[refactor]

[ Death, as it turns out, was much stupider than he'd been expecting.

He'd never actually thought too much about what it would be like when he died. Truthfully, it was entirelly because he just didn't like the thought of it. Jack was the sort of man that had climbed so high that he feared his mortality more than most. Perhaps he did because he knew that if someone of the ideas about what may be beyond death were true, he would have a very, very long way to fall. But just as much, it could be a simpler fear, because Jack's unnatural ambition and drive also meant that death was simply an obstacle to him. If he died, then so too would all those ambitions for changing the world like he knew would be for the best.

But here-- Here, he doesn't know what to make of it. He looks at the sky, the idyllic cabins, the woods, and all of it rings as something strange and unnatural to him. He was used to the sterile environments of Helios or the barren wastelands of Pandora. Anything this lush was something he knew existed, but it was something he had very rarely seen with his own eyes. So perhaps as such, some of that appeal is lost on him. Instead, just what this is, his mind is quick to race. His thoughts turn away from his own death, because as always, he can never accept truths that he doesn't like. Instead, he thinks of possibility, because he had run through this scenario a hundred times in his head already.

There was a path forward. There always was. So it was simply a matter of getting started.

Though to that end... Starting was the difficult part. He had his ideas on what this place truly was, but they were little more than theories. So never content with simply resting, Jack knows that he has to find one of those precious few people that he had trusted on the Pygmalion.

It's probably very suddenly for Elizabeth when there's a sharp knock at her door. It's the sort of urgent that would probably make her jump, but it's very quickly followed by a voice she'll recognize immediately. ]

Liz— Liz, c'mon, please tell me that I finally picked the right friggin' one.

[ How many houses has he knocked on before this one? Enough. ]