Appendages fold neatly and comfortably underneath her bosom, ebony crown shakes in dismissal of her question.
❝I was waiting to see if you’d throw me off your— ship..❞
A rather forced laugh as clad feet trekked further onto the ship, pulling a sheet of paper, neatly unfolding it.
❝It’s an infiltration, obviously. We’ll be meeting with another one of my clients that will give us a layout of their storage room under the ship’s deck.❞
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❝Trust me, I’d like ta’.❞
❝But money is money. I’ll throw yer’ ass off afterwards.❞ There’s no sign of jesting upon visage; the pirate’s face is calm and very much collected like that of a mask. Moving, honey oculars gaze downwards at the paper. ❝What cargo does this ship carry? And how many men? Firearms? Canons?❞
Onyx optics are rolled at the threat. That was all it was and would ever be, a threat.
❝There’s a job I need done— You’ll get half of whatever we can salvage.❞
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A look of utter disbelief mars scarred features, hands grasping tight at clothed hips. ❝Ya’ fuckin’ prance on m’ ship like ya’ own the place, and then expect t’ do business?❞
❝Ya’ obviously ain’t been ‘round a pirate 'fore. 'Fore I do any job, lady, I need some details. I ain’t 'bout to go on no job with no information, y'know.❞