You mean aside from the fact I’ve never cooked a day in my life? Silver wondered absently, even as he replied, “Just because the ingredients are simple doesn’t mean the process isn’t complicated.”
{ Truth Serum }
“You must mean aside from a home to return to,” The words cost him, and he wondered for a moment why he would even draw the point, or admit the truth, “I suppose if I forgot the sight and sounds of my home being destroyed, of the men who protected my family being slaughtered, of my mother and grandmother dying on the ground like animals, I might be quite eager to return to Spanish shores. As it is – I can no more forget those things, than I can my real name. There is no home for me in spain, Armando – surely you know this as well as I do. Why press this scar while it is still tender enough to be made a wound?”
There was something so incredibly condescending and belittling about Flint’s manner of silencing him that for a brief, wild moment of fancy, he actually considered biting the man’s finger with force enough to blood him. Were it not for the fact he was aware that silence was to their advantage at the moment, he damn well might have done so just to take a stand against the captain’s ignorant idea he was some kind of pet to be controlled in such a manner.
As it was, he simply raised his brows and played completely innocent. There was no point bearing his teeth here, literally or figuratively. He was even so good as to keep his silence throughout the remainder of the mission – not because he feared Flint or felt he ought to make a good impression, but for no other reason than it benefitted him both to play nice and to follow the plan in its entirety.
When matters were said and done, however, he did ensure to set the record straight, as frankly he had no wish to delude Flint into thinking that he was someone who could be manhandled into subservience. That would only encourage a repeat performance – which was frankly, unacceptable.
“Just so we’re clear,” He leaned a hand against a supporting beam, as much for balance as a display of nonchalance, “I don’t give a fuck what the situation is, you ever put your finger on me like that again I will bite it off.” He still had the location of the Urca, after all – the man couldn’t kill him at this juncture. Maybe he’d pay for this later, but he’d worry about that then. There was no way he was going to spend his time here treated like a fucking dog, regardless of what Flint thought of him.
Because he couldn’t figure that much out on his own, apparently. He was starting to think this entire venture was more mess than it was worth – but as it was he had no choice at this juncture but to play nice. He was on a ship in the middle of the fucking ocean and the only thing keeping him alive was the information inside his head. There might be something else he could bargain, but the very idea made his skin crawl – which left the lesser of two devils, in the form of playing nice with a monster of a man.
One thing that was refreshing about Flint was that he didn’t conceal his monstrosity, or pretend it wasn’t a part of him. He didn’t fuck around – when he was pissed, there was no game to figure out. Blunt instruments like this were easier to work with than the kind of men he was used to maneuvering, so there was that at least.
“Alright – it’s not like we didn’t establish earlier that I’m not, exactly, a cook.” How was he supposed to know you weren’t supposed to use butter as an oil substitute with that particular fish? The fact he even knew butter could serve as a substitute at all was because Randall had shoved it at him last week. “I mean – I should not have been unsupervised.”
He held up his hands placatingly, “On the plus side of all this – I do know how to fish. So I can get more.” Theoretically, anyway.
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