Well, you look lovely, my dear. I’m Captain John Hart, but you can call me whatever you like.
Oh no, no, not Owen. Owen would be fine if the stick up his arse didn’t give him a constantly constipated expression. I was thinking of the chubby one in the suit, the one who makes the coffee. From what I gathered, he’s not around, which is probably why Jack is so grumpy.
But let’s talk about you. How did someone like you get stuck in a dump like this?
Captain John Hart. Got it. How did you become a captain?
Oh, then I’ve never met him. Of course Jack could just be grouchy because of this place, because it’s not like there’s a lack of eye candy around here and I hear he doesn’t really have a type. But I don’t really know him much either, so.
I don’t know? The same way everyone else did? Except I somehow managed to show up here more than once. Lucky me.













