I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
"I know," Jack purred, his tone smug. "But tell me more about him - he seemed confused about his own reasons for wantin' to meet with me when I saw him last night." Only fair to let slip that he had met Remi prior; had to keep a low profile on the ol' magic and all that.
As for Eloise, Jack snorted and took another swig of rum before offering it and his cigarette back to Raza. "She must be good at her job, I got no idea why the fuck else I'd keep her on board," he muttered. She had sailed them into a sea monster, then right across The Maw, and two of his crew had drowned as a result.
"How crude of you to imply otherwise. This is why you ain't allowed on board longer'n a night."
As for Eloise, Jack snorted and took another swig of rum before offering it and his cigarette back to Raza. "She must be good at her job, I got no idea why the fuck else I'd keep her on board," he muttered. She had sailed them into a sea monster, then right across The Maw, and two of his crew had drowned as a result.
"How crude of you to imply otherwise. This is why you ain't allowed on board longer'n a night."
