[She says diplomatic mission. He says scouting for the ship he's been tracking near two months. Whatever helps her sleep at night.
But her words trigger a deep, internal sigh, a closing of his eyes as he lowers his spyglass, and the eyeroll that goes unseen behind his closed lids, because this has been one of his worse ideas. See? He freely admits it. This ship is, in fact, no place for the likes of her, and yet...Here she is, anyway. Because he's an idiot, clearly. He's an idiot, and he's glad the likes of Jack Sparrow can't see him at the moment.
He collapses the spyglass with perhaps more force than is required, before opening his eyes and squinting out at the horizon, the sun ridiculously bright on the water. They're only a few days out, with several more stretching before them before land is sighted again, and if the crew doesn't mutiny on him for this, he might mutiny himself.]
It's been nigh three days. Surely your delicate sensibilities aren't finding themselves shattered just yet. [Three days is nothing. Wait until it's three months.] The wind is with us, we're making damned good time, and no sign of a storm on the horizon, so just what, then. [Here he finally glances over his shoulder at her.] Possibly is determined to punish me with your ill humor.
Liabb, you deserve better. Or worse. I'm not sure which.
But her words trigger a deep, internal sigh, a closing of his eyes as he lowers his spyglass, and the eyeroll that goes unseen behind his closed lids, because this has been one of his worse ideas. See? He freely admits it. This ship is, in fact, no place for the likes of her, and yet...Here she is, anyway. Because he's an idiot, clearly. He's an idiot, and he's glad the likes of Jack Sparrow can't see him at the moment.
He collapses the spyglass with perhaps more force than is required, before opening his eyes and squinting out at the horizon, the sun ridiculously bright on the water. They're only a few days out, with several more stretching before them before land is sighted again, and if the crew doesn't mutiny on him for this, he might mutiny himself.]
It's been nigh three days. Surely your delicate sensibilities aren't finding themselves shattered just yet. [Three days is nothing. Wait until it's three months.] The wind is with us, we're making damned good time, and no sign of a storm on the horizon, so just what, then. [Here he finally glances over his shoulder at her.] Possibly is determined to punish me with your ill humor.