A/N: Inspired by the prompt "virtues and vices."

This features my OC Antina, who is the "she" frequently referenced. :) Hope you don't mind!

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He looked her over without any sort of menace or dubious intention, which was a small miracle considering the time they had been at sea.

Her face was empty in sleep, and he felt the compulsion to brush stray hair from her forehead, a fatherly gesture.

Her hand intercepted his, pushed it away. "What?" she snapped.

He chose his question carefully. "Is it a virtue or a vice?" he asked quietly.

A grumble met him. "Neither," she said, caught between sleep and consciousness. He nodded in agreement.

Her face was too familiar, and Jack was feeling a bit old.