it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”Isn’t it just? Why, the navigator I had before you came along was the most reckless. Got some of the crew killed on our last outing.” Jack bounced his eyebrows at her, snorting and letting a lopsided grin spread across his face. A long way from then, he had hope that the new blood they had on board would be safe for at least one trip. Had to season the crew somehow.
”There are a few stops to make. I have some pick-ups from the merfolk, some trades to make. Then... I don’t know. Want to find out?” If there were lands beyond the horizon, he meant. ”Maybe I’ll even let you sail us across the Maw again.”
”There are a few stops to make. I have some pick-ups from the merfolk, some trades to make. Then... I don’t know. Want to find out?” If there were lands beyond the horizon, he meant. ”Maybe I’ll even let you sail us across the Maw again.”
