It's black. His hair. Jacks hair is as black as the bottom of the sea. It goes to the lobes of his ears. If it was any longer he wouldn't be able to see.And his eyes. So blue. Like a clear summer day sky. But darker, like zircon. Broad shoulders. Big enough to balance my text books on. All of them. Jacks arms, you could trace every vein like you are making a painting. They flow into his hands. Oh god his hands. They are perfect. He doesn't chew his nails. I can tell because the edges aren't torn to bits and the skin around isn't peeling, unlike mine. He's right beside me. I can't help but stare.
" Did your mother ever teach you not to stare?" He says it in a way that I can tell he's flattered and clearly knows that I have been doing it for a while.
" If she was around then she would of yes. sorry." I mumble it all under my breath, hardly even knowing that I say it. He obviously did because his response was strange. Like he had never been in this situation before.
" Oh god. I'm s-so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. So-sorry.." Strange right? I make a confused face and smile at the same time, letting him know that it's ok.
" It's ok. How were you to know?" He sighs in relief then bends down so his elbows graciously lean against the small table to the left of him. He stands back up, straightens him self out, as if to try and get rid of what happened just moments before.
" sir, Capt. Russel would like to speak with you." The middle aged man sighed and lifted his arm towards the corridor.
" thanks Stevenson. I'll be right back, hopefully, Jamine." He wonders off with so called ' Stevenson ' and I angle myself towards the clear glass, staring into the million miles of ocean that lay before us.
