His stance remained unmoved, the grip on his cutlass tight and at the ready as he stared Jack down. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He had told the man to move – and if he had to goddamn maneuver the man himself, then so be it. Charles would be damned a thousand times over before he stood by and let this continue on as it was. “I’m putting an end to this Jack – now either you can step aside, or you can grab a pistol and join me. Either way, shut it. The time for talk is over.”
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