The scratches on his back stung but not in a way Flint was displeased with. He rolled his shoulders while he lay in the bed, Captain Sheva beside him. No sooner did he turn to her did she get out of bed and begin dressing herself. He enjoyed the view, as she pulled on her trousers and shirt, tied her corset around her waist and pulled on her boots. The first thing his gaze lingered on was her figure, curvy and sultry she captivated his mind as much as his body yet as she turned he noticed the scars. Her back was littered with them. Surely some were of her escapaed aboard The Harbinger but some had a different look to them, older and with the look of lashings.
He sat up and got to his feet as she slid her coat on. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
"I can't tell who won that, settle the matter?"
He leaned in and she turned away, her hand to his lips.
"You only won me once, you'll have me once."
Sheva called over his sister and as she made her way toward him a man reached out, his hand slapping her ass. Flint felt the growl in his throat as he stepped forward, hand clenched into a tight fist.
"Easy, I've seen that girl stab a man in the hand for less, she can handle it."
As if in response Max dumped the contents of the flagon she had in her hand on the mans head, much to the amusement of his fellows. Flint gaze never wavered from his prey, he made a note of the man, of his look. His short cropped squirell brown hair, his green eyes and buck teeth, the tiny scar under his left eye.
His sister approached, a hopeful smile on her face.
"You're back."
She said, her eyes on him yet addressing the two of them.
"Yes, I need rum."
"Aye, as do I."
He grunted, seconding her declaration.
"So How did he fair?"
His sister asked as she brought he and The Captain to an empty table for drinks and hoepfully something to eat, he was starving after all the excerise.
"Meet, Flint of the Harbinger."
Robyn said and she smiled. His sister gave him the most subtle of smiles, softer than a gulls feather falling on the deck of a ship. She was proud of him and for that moment he knew, things were going to be better. She left to get those drinks, ling the pirates alone.
"See those looks, everyone looking at you much differently then they did before...Max did that....The things that tumble from those lips can make or break a man, on this island. Most think it's Eleanor, she has the money, but Max, she controls reputation, people like to talk to her, she has that way. They come in with coin in their pockets and secrets and they always leave with less of both. I wouldn't suggest getting on her bad side." Flint watcher her manuever through the tavern with ease, many of the men she passed greeted her with respect. She may have been proud of him for earning his way aboard The harbinger but it was he who was supremely more proud. Proud of the little sister who used to follow around Jon like a lost puppy, now had hardened killers, smugglers and criminals paying her resepct.
"Flint when you're done...."
Max said as she set the drinks before he and Robyn. He nodded softly, bringing the metal tankard to his lips and enjoynig the strong brew.
"Captain."
He said getting to his feet, his flagon in hand.
"If you have nothing for me just yet, my sister and I have some catching up to do."