[SE] lickety-split

JACK

"So you an' your sisters are takin' over The Hanged Man?" Jack's question is purely for the sake of appearances - they all know that's the case, the captain elbowing his way out of the door of some sub-par drinking hole that's become his regular since the Flora of it all. "With her highness's blessin', too?" He whistles low under his breath. "An' here I thought you'd all end up bein' painted with the same shitty brush as me."

He's not upset about it - on the contrary, once he doesn't have to suffer the barbed thoughts of a dozen of Flora's nearest and dearest whenever he gets near the place, it'll be nice to have somewhere decent to drink and do business again. For now though, it's here or bust, and he's not in the mood for bust tonight.

Someone else is, though, and Jack clocks the violent intent over his right shoulder just before the blow swings through, allowing him to neatly side-step the liquored up chunk of a man who has tried to take a swing at him. He stumbles and falls hard onto the boardwalk, and despite his friends being arguably on his side, a couple of them can't help but bark out a laugh at the spectacle. "You wanna try that again?" Jack scoffs, grinning crookedly and nudging the downed man with the toe of his boot.