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<span style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; color:grey;">avatar by <b>karmencita</b>; table by <b>java</b></span>
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Ooc — Tokio
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lol, Cutthroat doesn't like himself much right now, either. :p
Many things occupied the confines of Cutthroat’s mind, each battling for his undivided attention, but mostly it was the simple and harsh fact that he realized why Fox was keeping him around and that, eventually, he would have to admit to her that he sincerely doubted that Cutlass or Corsair would be back for him, that
anyone would be coming for him. He did not hold the importance of Crossbones; no he’d just been hired muscle (who should have demanded his “payment” before even going on the blasted raid). Given that, he hadn’t been privy to most of the information and any time he had risen his voice to ask he had been whisked away with a
You don’t need to know. Of course, coming back to these wolves out of guilt had not been a
smart thing to do, admittedly; but for whatever little it was worth - if anything at all - his desire to seek out atonement for his crimes was a well intended one. However, it was understandable to the inky Pirate how they did not see it that way.
Though Cutthroat was loathe to admit it, the second, second in command’s stare made him uneasy. He would have much rather Bazi had been the one to follow him, but there was little doubt that the older male wanted something from Cutthroat: whether it was this “prisoner labour” that Bazi had volunteered Cutthroat up for, or something else entirely the Captive didn’t know. He only knew that something was wanted because something was always wanted. He watched with cautious eyes as Njal drew closer but then moved to stand at Cutthroat’s side. For a moment, Cutthroat had thought that Njal was going to attack him. He drew in a silent breath, but his body felt like as taunt as a bow string. It was no contest that males made Cutthroat more uneasy than females did, having always favored the opposite sex more than he did his own. The look that was received from Njal only made Cutthroat further perturbed. The question that the Beta male asked was a simple one.
“Aye, I can fish.” Cutthroat responded, simply. Granted it had never been the Captive’s favorite lesson but he had mastered it if only to gain Calypso’s praise.
