{ Pirate Adventures | Accepting }
“Are you selling that to me, or trying to buy it yourself?” It was a genuine curiosity. Not that he was overly bothered by the gorey mess on deck, seeing as he didn’t have to clean up the damn thing. It was just that Flint had a way of excusing things that was almost as legendary as his name – to hear something this flat made Gates wonder if the younger man was having doldrums.
Shaking his head, he clapped the taller of them on the shoulder and gave a slight tug as he walked toward the cabin, not so subtly directing Flint to follow. It wasn’t as though they’d be needed during the aftermath of this – may as well get to the root of it now.
“Seeing as you’ve reintroduced yourself, how about we grab something to drink.” It sounded like it should have been a question, but it most certainly wasn’t.
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