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“This?” His words are slurred, expression dazed. He’s miking it – but Charles doesn’t need to know that. His face hurts well enough to remind him not to bring on round two so soon after such a spectacularly drawn out round one. “Oh, uh. Nothing. Tripped.” Into someone’s fist. Yeah, he’s not making any friends, and about the only thing useful he’s learned on this damned island is that Charles Vane was a man with a reputation.

A man, who, also likes iguanas. 

“So, you have a few as pets or do you just, you know.” He gestures vaguely around. “-watch?”

Satisfied the man before him seemed more afflicted by pain beset on him through fucking around with the wrong kind of people, Charles exhaled the burn that had been resting in his lungs slowly, his disinterest rather clear. Nassau had troublemakers, but none were fool enough to tussle with him while he was sober. 

“Any man who thinks he can keep an animal is a fucking idiot.” Like people, animals were beings unto themselves – they stuck around if it pleased them to do so, and left when it was no longer beneficial. Though admittedly, animals were a great deal more honest about that reality than people were – which was indeed what made this notion of ‘pets’ so goddamn ridiculous. 

Flicking ash off his

cheroot, he eyed the other quietly, then, “I let them be. If one happens to come along I won’t let anyone fuck with it, if that’s what you’re asking.”