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As had become customary after landing in Nassau and setting Jack and Anne in charge of distribution, payment and supply, Charles had gathered the small oilskin bundle that consisted of Flint’s share. He had talked it over with Thomas before setting it down in the books – an unofficial thing between the men themselves, notarized to spare questioning from the men on the rare account something valuable was included.
A portion of what was meant for Thomas went to Flint and Charles knew enough about the complications there to recognize that no matter which way the wind ended up blowing, it was not something Thomas would change until he felt Flint was standing well on his own two feet. Admittedly, Charles had thought the man was doing better – but it seemed that either the Ranger had been gone for far too long, or something had snapped off again.
He’d taken one step into the small house hidden away in the interior and – upon noting where Flint had hidden himself – turned and walked right back out. It took longer than he cared to admit to hassle some men into assisting him, but the supplies he needed were brought over and he took care of the rest himself. His actions were quiet, and he kept an eye on Flint the whole while – but the man either did not register him, or did not care to know what he was doing. Not until Charles finally went to gather him at any rate.
The sourness of the entire place was sharper and more potent this close to the goddamn source, and Charles bit back the urge to cough from it as Flint snarled like a cornered animal. Having no time for this bullshit, he answered by physically dragging the man to the washroom and pushing him in roughly. A bath laid ready and waiting, as did a change of clothes.
“Unless you want me to take care of this, too, shut the fuck up and wash,” The tone broke no room for argument – if Flint put up a fuss there was no doubt that Charles would find a way to force him into that tub, and it wouldn’t be a good day for anyone involved. “Don’t come out until you smell like a human rather than a bloated rat carcass.”
Seeing as that would likely take at least thirty minutes or more, Charles knew he’d have time enough to get this place in order. Some of it would have to be replaced, but that which didn’t could at least be cleaned up.
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