our sins are washed away
If Melita was bothered by Saiden's lack of interest in and knowledge of cannons, that was her problem. He certainly didn't look the slightest bit upset that he couldn't tell her what she wanted to know. "Not really." He shrugged, the motion casual.
Glancing at the cannons, he grinned. "I'm a good cook, and that's all I need to be. That's the nice part about being part of a crew. We each do our jobs, and trust that our mates will do the same. I cook, the navigator navigates, the captain captains, and the cannoneer cannons." There was a proud tone to his voice, and he was clearly happy with the division of labor.
Glancing at the cannons, he grinned. "I'm a good cook, and that's all I need to be. That's the nice part about being part of a crew. We each do our jobs, and trust that our mates will do the same. I cook, the navigator navigates, the captain captains, and the cannoneer cannons." There was a proud tone to his voice, and he was clearly happy with the division of labor.
