can't slow down, can't turn back

i've been the prince, i've been the pauper, been the star and played the fool

Raza hadn't eluded to Jack's magic, though she had impressed upon him that Jack had a way of knowing things. Remi simply assumed this was by way of whispers and shadowy figures in doorways. Regardless, as a figure dropped into the chair opposite him, the alchemist had to steel his expression against turning surprised.

Jack was...much smaller than he would have thought. sucks to be level 0. If anything though, that only reinforced Remi's assumptions about the man. If the captain didn't have physical strength to fall back on in tight situations, he must have quite a bit of something else tucked up his sleeve to have made it so long in a place like this.

"Remi." The alchemist offered with a curt nod, before complying with the captain's request. Holding his own glass in his fingers but not raising it to his lips, he studied the man across him for a moment. Reaching beneath the table, he pulled out a thick ledger and placed it before Jack. "Do you know what this is?" It was a ship's ledger obviously. When opened by either one of them it would appear blank. When opened by the port authorities looking for proper documentation for the items in the Ark's hold, it would reveal a meticulous inventory of absolutely mundane items with all the proper sign-offs. Can you say psychic-dr-who-ledger

been the winner and the loser, in between them, too