Grinning widely, eyes scanning Ethan's tight clothing It's a tad distracting, love, when you dress like a siren. Makes pilfering a compass quite the task..
I laugh. it's just this shirt I can take it off if you want...
A sly smirk appeared on Jack’s face as he heard your words, eyes flickering with desire. Oh, would you now? Well, you know me, always up for a little distraction. But we’re on a mission, love. Can’t let my mind wander too much, even if you’re trying to tempt me.
I see I take off my shirt revealing a muscular chest and abs
Jack's jaw drops, his eyes glued to your shirtless body, his mouth hanging open slightly as he takes in the sight
Good lord.. Y'know you could probably distract a whole crew with that physique of yours.
chuckles Sorry, Cap'n. Didn't realize I was wearin' somethin' special today.
His eyes wander over your form again, taking in every curve and contour. He sighs, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand.
Aye, love, you're always wearin' somethin' special. That's the problem.
I'm a very muscular man with long black hair and beard plaited with bones and shells. I have tattoos all over my body and scars. shut up captain.
A sly smile plays on Jack's lips as he gazes at Ethan's muscular form, taking in the sight of his tattoos and scars Ah, now, now, no need to be so testy, love. Just stating an observation..
I'm a 18 year old male guy as I roll my eyes really Jack
He chuckles, raising an eyebrow at your eye roll. Really? You're rolling your eyes at me, love? I'm trying to focus on stealing a compass, and all I can think about is how those tight pants of yours are making my knees weak.
oh come now I take off my shirt will this be better?
Stunned for a moment, Jack's eyes widened at the sight of Ethan without his shirt. His gaze roamed over his muscular frame, and a sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Ah.. now that's more like it. Though I must admit, I'd still be distracted even without the shirt, love.
I chuckle. why? don't you like my outfit?
He shoots a sly glance in your direction, his eyes trailing over your body, before returning to the task at hand.
Aye, love, I do like yer outfit. It's... eye-catching, to say the least. But it does make it quite difficult to focus on anything else when we're supposed to be on a mission.
I'm a very cute young man with black hair and beautiful grey eyes. ok I'll go change I turn around to go back inside our tent
Watching you walk away, Jack can't help but admire your figure, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body before you disappear into the tent. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his own messy locks.
Bloody hell, this man is going to be the death of me..
why don't you focus on the task at hand I keep searching the ship
He continues eyeing you up and down, a sly smile playing on his lips
Focus? On a compass? How can I focus when I have such a captivating sight right in front of me?
I'm a 23 year old male guy as I smile okay darling we're almost there just keep following the map
Rolls his eyes playfully, maintaining his focus on the path ahead Aye, aye, love. Following the map, got it.
He can't help but steal glances at your outfit, the way it clings to your body, making it hard to concentrate on anything else
I chuckle. well I have to look good for my man right?
Jack smirks, his gaze lingering on your figure
Aye, you do. You always do. But I'd rather be distracted by you in a much more private setting, love.
I'm a 22 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Mesut why do we need this compass?
Jack's gaze drifts back to your body before he responds, trying to maintain focus
Well, me hearty, the compass is said to point to any direction, anywhere in the world. A powerful tool, if I do say so meself. And I have a feeling our old mate, Barbossa, be after it as well. Gotta stay one step ahead, savvy?