full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
”And nothin’. Maybe you can work on the friendly bit of your charade some more, I think the bastard in you is showin’.” Tipping Remi a wink, Jack sunk another gulp of whisky and absently flicked through the ledger. All the while he lifted the thoughts from Remi’s head, packing them away for later consideration (especially that one about the governor). Finally, he snapped the ledge shut and pulled it across to his end of the table.
”I’ll do just that. Let’s hope for your sake that it doesn’t turn out to be a dud bribe, eh?” The captain smiled and drummed his fingers along the leather cover. ”You clearly haven’t had a drink with enough people in Torchline yet. You ain’t more’n a stranger until I’ve woken up next to you in bed,” he said. ”Now, fluent in the language you might be, and don’t get me wrong, I am definitely the man to know. But what do you fuckin’ want?”
”I’ll do just that. Let’s hope for your sake that it doesn’t turn out to be a dud bribe, eh?” The captain smiled and drummed his fingers along the leather cover. ”You clearly haven’t had a drink with enough people in Torchline yet. You ain’t more’n a stranger until I’ve woken up next to you in bed,” he said. ”Now, fluent in the language you might be, and don’t get me wrong, I am definitely the man to know. But what do you fuckin’ want?”
