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.❞
