MELITA
The impending news kept her attention away from any of the other books – though very few were grasping her focus beforehand anyway. Her brow arched at the sentiments of not knowing everything, wondering if her uncle was protecting some portions or simply didn’t know. “The Ark was a mess?!” came her abrupt response at first, a little higher pitched, earning some glares their way (at which the Honeybee promptly gave them the finger and ignored the hissing sentiments that followed). “That ship is his baby. Who would’ve burnt it?” Not her – she knew better. The temptation hadn’t been there regardless.But her mind whirled to the other possibilities. Flora? Any other enemies? The good Captain had quite a few of them, earned in the interim of his smuggling days and probably far more that Melita had no clue about. “Huh. Fucking weird.” Presuming Jack would find his own means of revenge, she leaned against one of the long columns, brows furrowed while her arms crossed over her chest. “So he’s just moving all his operations to King’s End?” And what would that mean for Torchline, or better yet, Sunjata's region?
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
