Oh, Jack heard him. But by the shrill tone to his voice, barely carried over past the roar of the wind and the rush of blood in his ears, the pirate doesn't appear to keen on the idea. Each downward dip of wing sends his racing heart jumping into his throat, twists his gut into tighter knots, and he's more than certain that the sweat on his palms will make his grip so slippery that it'll soon send him hurtling to the ground. So shifting his grasp or position even the tiniest bit sounds like a terrible idea.
But they've come this far. And if they don't do something, anything, the dragon may well keep flying around until the both of them drop to their deaths.
If it were possible, Jack looks even more unhappy than he did before as he does what Roland suggested. He tightens his grip, leans forward, shifts his weight -- and then the dragon begins to angle in its path.
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Oh, Jack heard him. But by the shrill tone to his voice, barely carried over past the roar of the wind and the rush of blood in his ears, the pirate doesn't appear to keen on the idea. Each downward dip of wing sends his racing heart jumping into his throat, twists his gut into tighter knots, and he's more than certain that the sweat on his palms will make his grip so slippery that it'll soon send him hurtling to the ground. So shifting his grasp or position even the tiniest bit sounds like a terrible idea.
But they've come this far. And if they don't do something, anything, the dragon may well keep flying around until the both of them drop to their deaths.
If it were possible, Jack looks even more unhappy than he did before as he does what Roland suggested. He tightens his grip, leans forward, shifts his weight -- and then the dragon begins to angle in its path.