“You can stay in here if you want to,” Jax offered as he pulled on his pants and slipped into his shoes. It was just about an hour before sunrise, and although no heavy rain had started to fall, the waves were causing the ship to rock unsteadily, and thunder had started clapping in the night. “I know you don’t like storms. If that thunder is a sign of how close the storm is, I think it’ll probably start raining soon. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be at the center of the action if you don’t want to be.” // @siren-scng












