Half of them, wanted to be what Flint was to her.
"Bout Fucking Time!" Robyn chuckled against his lips. The crew welcomed their relationship, they truly did.
Finally the ship docked on Nassau and for a moment, Robyn thought she'd join them in Noonan's, the gods only knew she wanted to find a bed and rum as quickly as possible but they had work to do first, or at the very least she did. She was still Captain.
"You go on ahead, I need to warn Eleanor about the barrels and I refuse for her to ruin your mood." She said, to Flint as they disembarked. "I'll be quick." She said, and gave him a tender kiss before she broke from the rest of them and headed toward Eleanor's tavern.
Once there, she saw a noticeable lack of people. Her tavern was a popular place, Max saw to that. She also noticed too that Max was not there. Perhaps the two women were enjoying themselves since it was a slow day.
She walked upstairs to Eleanor's office and banged on the door. "Enter" Eleanor called and Robyn entered. The door was open, and there was still no Max. That was odd.
"Hello, Captain, Welcome back." Eleanor said, noticeable grim.
"Aye, where's the kitten?" She asked. Robyn honestly, worried, it was strange, but knowing that she was Flint's sister, it made her worry for her. She couldn't explain why.
Eleanor took a breath. "Not here...How was the raid?"
"Successful, Where is she?"
"I--I kicked her out."
"You're a poor liar, Eleanor. She left you didn't she?"
Eleanor set her jaw. "What did you do?"
"Nothing..."
Robyn narrowed her eyes. "Her other brother is alive, and I knew it, I didn't tell her, what does it matter to you."
"Her other brother?" Robyn blinked. Flint had more family out there somewhere. What a lovely day this would turn out to be.
"Yes...Jon Stark, she found out that he was still alive."
"And why didn't you tell anyone?"
"She'd want to leave, and so would Flint, to see him."
"Yea, no shit." Robyn said with a shrug,
"They would have to stay."
That gave Robyn pause. "They don't have to do anything...." She said.
Eleanor looked at her and then realization slid over her face. "You don't know do you?" She asked, there was a certain pride in her voice just then that made Robyn uneasy, her hand went to the hilt of her blade.
"Know what?"
"You're James Flint, isn't James Flint at all. He's Robb Stark, of Winterfell. True King of the North."