Edward wasn't one too be fooled by the charming and the knight's own attempts to be subtle. The pirate ignored it however, it wasn't his business to get too involved in this complicated backstabbing, charming and fucking. Edward liked to do the stabbing from the front, at the very last moment. It was part of being a pirate, not that he was much of one anymore. The captain gave them a lazy wave and walked up the deck, dancing out out of the way with his arms up as to not collide with any of the crew, signalling Martellus to follow him. "Well y'see matey. Not much use for sir and all that pig shit they tell you about respect up here, that's gonna lead to a mutiny. Not that'd any of the crew would do it up here, mind ya'." Edward said, grinning that smile of his.
The wards, he didn't need to worry much about them. If the wards went down and everything went to pig shit. Edward and his crew would do the only thing the other magistrates expected of him, cut his losses, loot, pillage, rape and murder his way out of the city and cut his losses. Just like any self-respecting pirate, that's what he and his brother would do right? Edward thought deeply then shook his head. The pirate coudn't do that anymore, that type of reckless thinking had him chased around the Rhylie Seas. It was time to act sensible and stick to this deal to the end, even if it was only for one person.
The Joint Magistrate cut his thinking short, turning his head up and booming up at his brother.
"Brotha'! How long till dockin'?"
Frederick had been watching the descending Wyvern for a few moments when Edward's words broke him out of his trance. Looking towards the man, he strides to the edge of the helm deck and looks down at his brother.
"Shortly," he replies, gesturing towards the Spire, which was looming on their bow now. Then, he shouts to the rest; "All hands, throw on the ropes! Pull us into dock!" He'd had quite enough waiting for one day. Jumping down lithely next to his Brother and the Knight, presuming he followed as instructed, Frederick gives the latter a nod of respect before turning to Edward. "We've got to attend a meeting," he says. "I hadn't wanted to tell you, lest you decide to leave, but all the Magistrates are to convene for a conference. I haven't been made privy to the specifics, but I'm sure it will be quite boring."
He shrugs, and sighs, looking out across the sky. "I miss it already," he remarks idly.
Edward choked on the rum he was drinking. "You mean, that the rest of your magistrate friends interrupt sky flying for..." The pirate sighed. "I get to smuggle rum in, right?" Frederick looks at the Knight and then back at Edward. He supposed the Knight may not care particularly, but he didn't know who else might be filling his pockets- and the other Magistrates probably wouldn't appreciate the news that they had a slightly illegitimate smuggling operation going. He was about to tell Edward not to speak so boldly of it, before he realized he meant smuggle rum into the meeting. "Oh, of course. Bring all the rum you like, I'm sure some of the tight suits would love it. Or they may be repulsed, which would be far more amusing."