it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Jack didn't respond to Eloise at first, mostly because he was busy bartering with a merchant over a supply of fresh meat for the Ark for the next half a season. A number of things were exhanged, most of them non-verbal, but the captain came away pleased. "Why, I feel so privileged," he said, arching an eyebrow and gazing sidelong at Eloise. "Bold of you to assume I'd keep him on the ship if he became governor." He scoffed. Any of them could feel free to outrank him at any time... once they stopped taking advantage of the Ark's hospitality.
Wafting some ash out of their path - this was clearly an area either about to be visited by the Abandoned helping out, or it had been forgotten - Jack fell to a halt at the mouth of a skinny alleyway. "Remi came to me the first night the Ark got to port," he said. "Knew my name and business from Raza, offered bribes. He knows the way Torchline works." Shrugging, he glanced to Eloise. "I've no fuckin' idea who the other one is." Seemed simple enough to him.
Wafting some ash out of their path - this was clearly an area either about to be visited by the Abandoned helping out, or it had been forgotten - Jack fell to a halt at the mouth of a skinny alleyway. "Remi came to me the first night the Ark got to port," he said. "Knew my name and business from Raza, offered bribes. He knows the way Torchline works." Shrugging, he glanced to Eloise. "I've no fuckin' idea who the other one is." Seemed simple enough to him.
