[He straightens by a wolfish degree, some reflexive predatory intent in the square of his shoulder and the lowering of his chin. Though his eye slides briefly past Vane there on the stern deck with him, fleeting forward along the warship's beam. There's no seeing all the way forward given her fleet of sailcloth, but for a moment the target is clear regardless: somewhere ahead of them lies an island, and work to be done on it.
It's only a moment though. Then Flint's insistence has reeled itself back here, wound tight as if on a tether he might simply release and reclaim at will. His attentions steady there on the other man beside him.]
At this moment, everyone here in this ship is united in the pleasure of a temporary victory over a goliath. But they'll remember their empty pockets the moment they step foot on Nassau and find they've been made comparatively destitute. Or do you imagine Jack Rackham means to be generous enough with his newfound power to keep this alliance whole?
[He doesn't say anything for a moment. They're in a strange place, the two of them; since the moment that Flint landed on the island all those years ago, Charles has been gunning for his downfall, and now-
-now, they're here, willing to forge some kind of alliance, over the knowledge that the beast that's coming is bigger than either of them. All of them.
So.]
Jack'll fall in line.
[He says it with a slight gritting of his teeth, the belief there but just simmering under the surface, because he knows it is true, at the end of the day.
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[He straightens by a wolfish degree, some reflexive predatory intent in the square of his shoulder and the lowering of his chin. Though his eye slides briefly past Vane there on the stern deck with him, fleeting forward along the warship's beam. There's no seeing all the way forward given her fleet of sailcloth, but for a moment the target is clear regardless: somewhere ahead of them lies an island, and work to be done on it.
It's only a moment though. Then Flint's insistence has reeled itself back here, wound tight as if on a tether he might simply release and reclaim at will. His attentions steady there on the other man beside him.]
At this moment, everyone here in this ship is united in the pleasure of a temporary victory over a goliath. But they'll remember their empty pockets the moment they step foot on Nassau and find they've been made comparatively destitute. Or do you imagine Jack Rackham means to be generous enough with his newfound power to keep this alliance whole?
[That bitch?]
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-now, they're here, willing to forge some kind of alliance, over the knowledge that the beast that's coming is bigger than either of them. All of them.
So.]
Jack'll fall in line.
[He says it with a slight gritting of his teeth, the belief there but just simmering under the surface, because he knows it is true, at the end of the day.
But.]
He'll want to think he has say in it.