[SE] come on in, here's your key

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

"Mmhm," Jack hums. Yes, you heard that right. Actual fucking goats. Hearing that Vesper had chosen a purposefully callous way to punctuate the end of his relationship with the rancher has the Captain's mouth kicking up in a crooked smile, but he can only shrug his shoulders in response. "Looks like she's a lot more petty an' vengeful than you gave her credit," he mutters. "Though it looked more like a cry for your attention than anythin'."

Colt hadn't gotten it though, unfortunately - but she'd drawn Jack's notice. "Either way, it's a point in favour of this place. If I'm gonna have livestock dumped on my gangplank without warnin', maybe it is better to make plans this year to hop regions."

Watching the memory mud smoulder and flake away, the Captain withdraws his fire once Vesper takes over to clean the sign with his shadows, his hand returning to his pocket. "Unless you ain't a fan of the place after this?" He nods at the downpour and resulting ooze of the forest trails.