Jax was down the rigging right behind Thomas. Good thing the contest was only going up because he could not keep with the Captain’s speed on the way down. But he did manage to find the helm and take hold of the wheel shoving Pierre to the side quickly. Pierre was more than eager to retreat feeling the tension and not wanting to be the one to take the course. Jax wanted it. His hands and body said as much. He felt the wood grain of the wheel and let his hands glide over it letting his ship know he was there and he needed her. Time to move, his fingers told the craft. Time to use the wind and set those sails. Show me woodend lovely lady he coaxed her. 

But just as he was seducing his love the ship, something rang sweetness in his ears. A melody called him unlike any. He turned toward the music and let his body feel the splendid warm the ease of the call. It was for him. They were calling him. He froze as if mesmerized not painfully so but with a pleased smirk on his face.

Jax struggled, against what he couldn’t really figure, to wink to Luc and toss the cabin a secret smile. He knew where. He remembered. But he wasn’t sure he did. Wasn’t sure he was able. Some music wrapped around his soul and took a tight hold. It was loving and beautiful. Sort of. It was alluring and sexual for sure. But Jax could not help but feel as if it was like a odd carnival where you could not take your eyes off the double headed lady as she twisted her body sensually. He could not help but look out over the water toward the sweet promising call. 

How he ever managed to pull his eyes away enough to move his hands on the wheel or move his drop open jaw enough to slip out the faint words, “Aye Captain.” Jax would never know. Maybe he made no sound. But he did face the wheel and follow the command. He felt blind and yet as if he could see the only thing that was important, the call, the melody of alluring love. Toward the song and the fire they would now steer.