it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes and point out that he was talking about beauty in general and not Eloise, but he thought better of it. Getting personal about himself even in a small way had filled him with discomfort, like a lead ball sitting low in his stomach, and he seized onto the next strings of their conversation with relief. "Aye, today. This is a step up on your usual shit - you must be gettin' comfortable," he remarked, not needing to glance back at the ledgers she held to know that they were in good hands. He'd never have given them to her if they weren't, after all.
"How kind of you to say. Almost like I've been doin' this my entire fuckin' life," he snipped back, an exaggerated look of surprise on his face to accompany the drawl of sarcasm. Kicking a heel back against the bench they were seated on, she raised a decent question. "It's a bad idea to let one person manage it," he said. "If a volcano erupts and they die along with it, my interests would be in a really shit state, wouldn't they?" The captain gazed back at the bustle of the port behind them.
"I've a few people worth knowin'. One of 'em you've met already - Raza. The others you'll run into, don't worry about that."
"How kind of you to say. Almost like I've been doin' this my entire fuckin' life," he snipped back, an exaggerated look of surprise on his face to accompany the drawl of sarcasm. Kicking a heel back against the bench they were seated on, she raised a decent question. "It's a bad idea to let one person manage it," he said. "If a volcano erupts and they die along with it, my interests would be in a really shit state, wouldn't they?" The captain gazed back at the bustle of the port behind them.
"I've a few people worth knowin'. One of 'em you've met already - Raza. The others you'll run into, don't worry about that."
