I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
With a sly and sidelong look at Eloise, Jack left that conversation for after the current business was resolved; his navigator still had a lot to learn, mainly in that the seas were unpredictable. This only proved as much, the menfolk glittering above them on pillars of ice and water. He let her get acquainted with Olavi while he conducted the other business, the captain ducking his head in a nod that acknowledged that yes - he could have absolutely have reached out.
”The volcano alone wouldn’t have stopped me so much - but the fact that it killed our Governor was a bit of a fuckin’ issue.” He raised his eyebrows at Nerissa. ”Had to wait until a new one was in place. And make sure that he knew the score with the shit we do in Torchline, if you catch my drift.” No good coming out to trade when he could get home and find out the law was cracking down on business.
”I’m here now though. So shall we talk shop, or do you need butterin’ up a little more?”
”The volcano alone wouldn’t have stopped me so much - but the fact that it killed our Governor was a bit of a fuckin’ issue.” He raised his eyebrows at Nerissa. ”Had to wait until a new one was in place. And make sure that he knew the score with the shit we do in Torchline, if you catch my drift.” No good coming out to trade when he could get home and find out the law was cracking down on business.
”I’m here now though. So shall we talk shop, or do you need butterin’ up a little more?”
