"I was assuming you meant the ship as a prize. If you're waging an attack, or covering for one-"
Jack shifts on his feet as he watches Eliot crush a theoretical boat in his hand, and for that moment he remembers standing on the deck of The Revenge again, his heart in his throat as he watches Rogers' men winning in a battle that he convinced Teach to fight. He blinks, and he's back under unfamiliar lights in an unfamiliar place.
"Right. Well, that would certainly work - if sinking the ship was the goal in mind." The entire idea has Jack floundering a little, not sure if Eliot is really capable of such a thing. If he can turn the sea to ice with magic, if he can call down lightning, what else can he do?
"Excuse me-" He gestures to the room behind him, and then closes the door between them. For a moment he stares at the blank surface, wondering if Eliot had ever killed a man with magic. If destroying a ship is possible, then who's to say he couldn't freeze a man to death as well? It's a disturbing thought given how little he knows Eliot. If any of it is true, he definitely doesn't want to get on his bad side.
He redirects his attention to something more immediate- and starts undoing his belt.
"Could you really do that? Freeze the ocean?" he asks through the door. "What sort of materials does something like that require?"
The clothes are strange, but they make enough sense. He tears through the odd plastic of the package and pulls out a pair of the underwear to try on. Not uncomfortable, but he does feel a little silly in them. They seem like a strange alternative to adding fabric to a shirt, and he fiddles with where to place the waist band for a moment before moving on. Over the top of those, the more familiar pair of pants, though even these are cut closer than he would be expecting. They definitely won't work with his boots, but it seems that he chose the correct size- they sit at his waist and seem to be long enough for his legs. He notes that they have loops for a belt, but only a very narrow one. Definitely not his belt, which is a shame.
He grabs a white t-shirt and pulls that on, wincing a little as the seam brushes over the fresh stitches on his right shoulder. This shirt, too, feels a little silly and unusual. He's not sure if it's supposed to fit so closely or not.
He tucks in the shirt, then opens the door and steps out so that he can see himself in the hallway mirror. To his sensibilities he looks a little ridiculous, but he does look more like the people he's seen around town. He frowns and turns to the side, pulling his arm forward to see if the shirt will pull up if he makes a broader movement. It does, a little, but not enough to pull it out from the waistband.
He glances to Eliot. "Is this how this is supposed to fit?"
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Jack shifts on his feet as he watches Eliot crush a theoretical boat in his hand, and for that moment he remembers standing on the deck of The Revenge again, his heart in his throat as he watches Rogers' men winning in a battle that he convinced Teach to fight. He blinks, and he's back under unfamiliar lights in an unfamiliar place.
"Right. Well, that would certainly work - if sinking the ship was the goal in mind." The entire idea has Jack floundering a little, not sure if Eliot is really capable of such a thing. If he can turn the sea to ice with magic, if he can call down lightning, what else can he do?
"Excuse me-" He gestures to the room behind him, and then closes the door between them. For a moment he stares at the blank surface, wondering if Eliot had ever killed a man with magic. If destroying a ship is possible, then who's to say he couldn't freeze a man to death as well? It's a disturbing thought given how little he knows Eliot. If any of it is true, he definitely doesn't want to get on his bad side.
He redirects his attention to something more immediate- and starts undoing his belt.
"Could you really do that? Freeze the ocean?" he asks through the door. "What sort of materials does something like that require?"
The clothes are strange, but they make enough sense. He tears through the odd plastic of the package and pulls out a pair of the underwear to try on. Not uncomfortable, but he does feel a little silly in them. They seem like a strange alternative to adding fabric to a shirt, and he fiddles with where to place the waist band for a moment before moving on. Over the top of those, the more familiar pair of pants, though even these are cut closer than he would be expecting. They definitely won't work with his boots, but it seems that he chose the correct size- they sit at his waist and seem to be long enough for his legs. He notes that they have loops for a belt, but only a very narrow one. Definitely not his belt, which is a shame.
He grabs a white t-shirt and pulls that on, wincing a little as the seam brushes over the fresh stitches on his right shoulder. This shirt, too, feels a little silly and unusual. He's not sure if it's supposed to fit so closely or not.
He tucks in the shirt, then opens the door and steps out so that he can see himself in the hallway mirror. To his sensibilities he looks a little ridiculous, but he does look more like the people he's seen around town. He frowns and turns to the side, pulling his arm forward to see if the shirt will pull up if he makes a broader movement. It does, a little, but not enough to pull it out from the waistband.
He glances to Eliot. "Is this how this is supposed to fit?"