flick of the wrist

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

Jack moves to perch on one of the smooth rocks in the shallows, the stone baked by the sun overhead, leaving it warm and pleasant on bare feet. (Less so for boots soaked in water, Aurelia). He's silent for another stretch, chewing over the implications, the things she wants and, most importantly, the things he can get out of the situation. "Whether or not you're that kind of person anymore, you've still got those skills," he says slowly, itching at the stubble on his chin.

"I'll make you a deal. This whole murderous past shit stays between us, on the condition that I can count on you when it comes to The Ark's work. Sure you've figured it out by now that we ain't your regular sea merchants." He slants a crooked smile her way. The crew practically scream scoundrels and crooks, and if Aurelia hasn't gotten the gist of their work just yet, give it a season and she'll know. "Kind of stuff we deal in, we could use someone with your background."