I think you're a pirate, and half of you belongs to the ocean. Half of you can't stay trapped up here, watching the ships sink in the bay.
[She takes that cup, and takes a drink. It's very good; thick and rich on the tongue, sweet. Aged in a way that most wine around here never gets. He plundered it, then, from Hornigold's secret stash, she assumes.]
So which half are you going to kill? The one that wants the sea, or the one that wants Eleanor Guthrie to belly up to him?
[This is a dangerous thing, and she knows it. She also knows they're alone, and when they're alone, he's far more tolerant. If she had said this in front of his men, he would have shot her, at best.
She may not be afraid of him, but she doesn't actually want to end their friendship.]
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[She takes that cup, and takes a drink. It's very good; thick and rich on the tongue, sweet. Aged in a way that most wine around here never gets. He plundered it, then, from Hornigold's secret stash, she assumes.]
So which half are you going to kill? The one that wants the sea, or the one that wants Eleanor Guthrie to belly up to him?
[This is a dangerous thing, and she knows it. She also knows they're alone, and when they're alone, he's far more tolerant. If she had said this in front of his men, he would have shot her, at best.
She may not be afraid of him, but she doesn't actually want to end their friendship.]
I'm not blind.