Zephyr
You'd be perfectly fine if the conversation never came back to you at all, but you suppose there's no rest for the wicked and all that. Shame Olavi didn't have the decency to show off his shift; you're sure Felix would have been enthralled, and truth be told you don't know enough about sharks to identify him by his tail alone unlike your writer amirite.
"Aye. Though the Ark's out fer the season. Maybe you'll see 'em." Shrugging, you turn back to Felix, not quite sure the best way to open this particular can of worms. "Jack is... someone I work with. An' a friend'a mine. An' a ship cap'n." There you go. Much better than a smuggling scoundrel who's kind of like my shitty kid brother and has probably killed a fair few people by now and regularly makes me want to blow my brains out but I love him, I guess.
"Aye. Though the Ark's out fer the season. Maybe you'll see 'em." Shrugging, you turn back to Felix, not quite sure the best way to open this particular can of worms. "Jack is... someone I work with. An' a friend'a mine. An' a ship cap'n." There you go. Much better than a smuggling scoundrel who's kind of like my shitty kid brother and has probably killed a fair few people by now and regularly makes me want to blow my brains out but I love him, I guess.
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
