flick of the wrist

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

"Fuckin' Jack," he echoes, though he sounds a lot more breezy about it, grinning out into the waves and leaning back on his hands. There might even be a hint of pride in his tone; he knows he's a dick, and he knows he's got the upper hand in this situation. No reason to deny it. Still, there's a prickle of something in his expression as he hears navigator in her thoughts, a falter to his smile as he remembers the clever hands and even cleverer brain of his last navigator.

But he doesn't dwell on it - doesn't let himself - the captain glancing across at Aurelia as she lays out her terms. "A career ladder?" He snorts. "Sorry, the role of captain is already taken. What lofty aspirations d'you have, Miss Too-Good-For-Grunt-Work?" Raising his eyebrows at her, he wonders if she even knows how ships work, let alone what she wants to be other than a glorified guard dog. The ball is in her court - he's listening, for now.