There was neither announcement nor acknowledgement of the other’s arrival or intentions, beyond a shift to make room for a second body on the narrow bed. His arm raised mutely, accepting and inviting as he continued to mark things down with his other hand, book balanced precariously against his propped up thigh.Â
He should have done this earlier, when there was more light than the flickering sway of the lantern overhead – but there had been better and frankly, more interesting business to attend to then, and he knew where all the numbers went either way. It made sense to pen it down while it was still fresh, but with Rackham ashore dealing with negotiations it had been his focus to keep the men in line.Â
This place wasn’t anything like Nassau, and if he ended up losing half his fucking crew because they started acting like it, he was not going to be keen on finding replacements here – he had one man on this crew from this place and while it had been one of the better investments ever made for the Ranger outside of Rackham and Bonny themselves, he highly doubted he could afford any more Lamarans short of becoming one himself.Â
Although, if Rackham had his way – chances were that might end up being the course.
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