Swiftcurrent Creek bad habits, schmad habits

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Up until the point Njal had interrogated him being a Prisoner hadn’t …in all honesty been that bad. He had sparred with Bazi and generally kept to the Creek unless he was called upon to be useful in the ‘labour’ Bazi had promised him to do as if he were not a prisoner but more of a slave. Of course he’d much rather being doing whatever task they could think of him then be under the unyielding pressure of Njal’s weight gasping for breath as he had been the last time. Cutthroat had tried to be as tight lipped as possible if only because he valued his own life too much; which was mostly why he hadn’t tried to escape as Crossbones had once escaped the confines of Tortuga. He wondered if they had made it back yet, wondered if she was ok and to what true purpose Cutlass had, had for quite literally dragging her back. Was it worth it, you wench? Cutthroat thought bitterly in his mind thinking of the deaths of the three others that had served as ‘hired muscle’ with him.

Cutthroat had supposed he could have returned to Tortuga - certainly he might have been much more useful to Crossbones -- maybe he could have helped her escape again if he had lived that long. He wasn’t confident that he would have been granted his life by Cutthroat and Corsair for directly disobeying them. It hadn’t been his job to talk, to preach for parley on Crossbones’ behalf. He shook his head to dispel those thoughts as he made his way in the darkening skies to the den he shared with Swiftcurrent’s fire kissed leader: Fox. The inky pirate moved inside it, almost surprised to see Fox already was inside and had found her spot for the night. He sidestepped her, moving to the back, laying down without much of a word - as was his custom for they didn’t talk much anyway - his spine curled against the back wall of earth, his head facing away from her as he licked (perhaps catlike) at his left front paw, sneaking glimpses at her wondering how uncomfortable it made her to share a den with him.

Or if it made her uncomfortable at all. He, as he did several times, though about saying something - perhaps a meaningless greeting or something but stopped short of actually speaking something, not really wanting to have to take any more abuse punishment than was necessary. Njal’s punishments were enough.