it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"Now you're gettin' it," Jack said, amusement in his tone. He was walking them back towards the pier now, heading for one of the stone benches bleached by the sun where he could better take stock of what they'd done that morning. It was during that time that Eloise apparently decided she'd much prefer to be the dick Remi was into, and as Jack glanced over his shoulder at her he had to grin.
"Yeah? He'd be mighty disappointed if he did want to take up your offer though, wouldn't he? And then you're disappointin' the fuckin' governor - what then?" A rough chuckle left his lips, and he made like he was going to lightly smack the underwear model in the crotch, before thinking against it. "He's married. Properly, as far as I know." Because marriage didn't really mean anything to Jack, but what he'd read rom Remi seemed serious.
Slumping down onto the bench, he waited for Eloise to join him before taking two ledgers from the satchel that had been slung about his shoulder. One was leatherbound and immaculately crafted. The other was significantly smaller, and looked as if it had seen its days on the ocean. "Do you remember who we saw today?" he asked.
"Yeah? He'd be mighty disappointed if he did want to take up your offer though, wouldn't he? And then you're disappointin' the fuckin' governor - what then?" A rough chuckle left his lips, and he made like he was going to lightly smack the underwear model in the crotch, before thinking against it. "He's married. Properly, as far as I know." Because marriage didn't really mean anything to Jack, but what he'd read rom Remi seemed serious.
Slumping down onto the bench, he waited for Eloise to join him before taking two ledgers from the satchel that had been slung about his shoulder. One was leatherbound and immaculately crafted. The other was significantly smaller, and looked as if it had seen its days on the ocean. "Do you remember who we saw today?" he asked.
