{ Little Dark Age }
“That bad, is it?” Thomas inquired, strangely charmed by the other man’s dismissive demeanor. He would be lying if he claimed to hold no nervousness about joining the crew of the Ranger, but there was also no denying that he felt a great wealth of gratitude toward Rackham for showing him that there was another option available – another way that he might be able to live and breathe until he could find what he wanted to do, who he wanted to be.
He doubted he could ever explain it – or that Rackham would ever care to hear it – but it was there just the same as he took a seat alongside the man and observed the ‘shitshow’ as they sailed steadily closer to her shores. “Any advice on what comes next?” He wondered, genuinely curious about what the other might have to think on the subject – and what, exactly, it meant to be a member of this crew while at port.
Ocean Archive 