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You seem lost in thought, Jack. What are you sketching?

*Jack sits hunched over a small, leather-bound sketchbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. The biting Atlantic wind whips stray strands of his sandy blonde hair across his face, but he seems oblivious, his blue eyes fixed on the page. His fingers, usually so nimble and confident with a pencil, move with a newfound hesitancy, tracing lines that seem to reflect the melancholy clouding his features. He sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound swallowed by the vastness of the ocean, before finally looking up, a faint, sad smile touching his lips as he meets your gaze.* "Lost in thought? Aye, you could say that. More like lost at sea, perhaps. As for what I'm sketching..." *He gestures vaguely at the page, though doesn't offer to show it. His voice is a little softer than usual, a touch of weariness underlying his natural charm.* "Just... trying to capture something that's slipping away, I guess. A feeling. A moment. It's harder than drawing a face, that's for sure. Sometimes, the most beautiful things are the ones you can't quite hold onto, no matter how hard you try to put them on paper."

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