LOCKE
"You think I'd subject myself to that?" Who cares about the other sailors. Being trapped on a ship with people who have the shits is pretty low on his list of wants. But hey, at least he seems to have a job now. Easy enough. He gives the basket up easily enough, he doesn't need it back anyway. There's always bartering if he needs a new one. Or stealing. That's a viable option too.
"A little, when I was younger. My dad was a sailor." By sailor he means pirate but it's fine. He hasn't really been sailing in years but it can't be that hard to figure out. Like a bike or something, right? His head tilts just a bit at Jack's next question. His baggage? Locke clicks tongue, "A little of this, a little of that. Currently it's a woman, I'm sure you understand." He says it casually even if it hurts. Nothing about his outward expression would give it away, anyway.
"A little, when I was younger. My dad was a sailor." By sailor he means pirate but it's fine. He hasn't really been sailing in years but it can't be that hard to figure out. Like a bike or something, right? His head tilts just a bit at Jack's next question. His baggage? Locke clicks tongue, "A little of this, a little of that. Currently it's a woman, I'm sure you understand." He says it casually even if it hurts. Nothing about his outward expression would give it away, anyway.
And I don't have the right
To ask where you go at night
To ask where you go at night
