It was as if the intensity of John's grin sucked the life out of the Captain's. Pipesweet's cordial smile faded to a formal blankness. He nodded, returning his pipe to his mouth. Well, then.
Admittedly curious, he took in John's story... and believed none of it. "Diantre!" the Captain protested. The Siren didn't take prisoners for leisure. No one just woke up here, as it were. Insulting. As for the stowaway's work...
"You do?" Pipesweet looked down his own nose at the deck. It was clean... but flawed. If John had bothered to care, he would have noticed that he'd mopped in a different pattern than the rest of the crew. The sun's light just barely reflected off the wood at a contradicting angle. To Pipesweet, miniscule imperfections glared til his eyes burned. The coordinated swabbing of Pipesweet's men was an art. This John was a waste of space.
The woman without a name, however... he had yet to see her potential. Writing John off, Pipesweet reached for her hand. With a gentle grasp unheard of on the sea, he raised it to his lips, and placed a respectful kiss of introduction.
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Admittedly curious, he took in John's story... and believed none of it. "Diantre!" the Captain protested. The Siren didn't take prisoners for leisure. No one just woke up here, as it were. Insulting. As for the stowaway's work...
"You do?" Pipesweet looked down his own nose at the deck. It was clean... but flawed. If John had bothered to care, he would have noticed that he'd mopped in a different pattern than the rest of the crew. The sun's light just barely reflected off the wood at a contradicting angle. To Pipesweet, miniscule imperfections glared til his eyes burned. The coordinated swabbing of Pipesweet's men was an art. This John was a waste of space.
The woman without a name, however... he had yet to see her potential. Writing John off, Pipesweet reached for her hand. With a gentle grasp unheard of on the sea, he raised it to his lips, and placed a respectful kiss of introduction.