"Alright," she said stretching. "I'll just be here. We'll talk then, okay?" She tried to seem reassuring. ("...as if he was about to say something he shouldn't have." I might be thinking way too into this, but was there something he was actually going to say?)
(Hm.. Maybe.... ) He smiled, and then turned and walked away, his hands dropped loosely at his side. He went around a corner and disappeared. * * * Ellia chuckled, a sound that seemed unfamiliar in the kitchen. "Why, are you trying to impress me?" she teased.
Jared looked at Ellia. " Impress you? Where on earth did you get that assumption?" He asked, generally confused.
She raised an amused eyebrow, and shook her head. "Bad joke," she said, sitting down. "I don't think you're trying to impress me. Don't worry." *** Jack got to his room and closed the door behind him. Leaning on the wall, he stared off into space with a troubled expression. Finally, he sighed, and pushed off the wall, and began to pack.
(You're alright!) "We need to discuss your plan," she said, her brow furrowed in thought. "If what you say is true, then we have a lot to talk about." * * * Jack concealed an extra dagger in his bag, wrapping it in cloth so that it would not pierce the linen. He frowned and walked over to his desk, grabbing a spyglass, a loop of rope and a canteen of water. He almost turned away, when he saw something in the corner of his eye. He focused on the painting that Avice had given him, leaning against a glass. He smiled slightly, and lightly touched the edge of it. He seemed to be in consideration for a moment, before finally taking it off the desk and placing it into the bag along with his other items. "Anything could happen," he thought. * * * Ellia finished her meal quietly and stretched. "Would you ever go back?" she asked Jared eventually. "I mean, you'll have enough money to hire a hitman. A dozen hitmen. Wouldn't you want to take vengeance against that mob or something?"
"Ooh boy... Now that's a question. I would DEFINITELY hire someone. No doubt about it." He said, half relieved that Ellia asked. He sighed and smiled. "Hmm... odd.... feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest."
"Plans tend to do that, I find," she said, standing up and taking their plates. "You had uncertainty, fear, and anger, and now you have an idea that fixes all three."
"Ah, of course." Cobiah thought for a moment. "When we reach the next port, I can requisition a floorplan of the building. We could use that to make our plan of attack."
Natalia considered him, her arms crossed as she thought. "I don't intend any offense, Mr. Seatone," she said. "But how do I know that this isn't just a trap to get my crew and I imprisoned?"
"I'm not sure," she said, shrugging. "I want to believe you, I really do, but you understand that I cannot just charge headfirst into Edolier with a crew relying on me."
Suddenly, Cobiah had an idea. "Perhaps if I disclosed the routes of some mercantile vessels belonging to my father's company, would that suffice?"
"It would help," she said. "We would have to raid those ships and their crew would possibly perish. Would you be okay with that?"
"We've raided ships before. I'll be okay." Cobiah assured Natalia. "Besides, I don't know anyone in the lower positions of the company."
She paused and studied him for a minute. "This could be hopeful," she said. She frowned, and cocked her head. "I warn you, though. If I gain any information that indicates that you may be shifting sides, we will have a problem. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal clear." Cobiah responded. "When we reach the next port, I'll get those shipping routes in your hands."
"I appreciate it," she said dryly. She nodded a farewell at him, turned on her heel, and went to go talk with Jared. "What was that about?" Jade asked when Cobiah returned.
