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| Have you seen this McAllister?; Andrew and John, NPCs | |
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| Aztec Gold | 20 Dec 2007, 07:48 PM Post #36 |
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Brendan: "I hope Taylor gets what's coming to him." A grin came onto the drummer's face and he managed a chuckle. "Oh aye, 'e sure will. Th' lads'll see t'that." It was small amusement in the face of what they'd learned. Lord, how could those bloody sailors have let this happen? Andrew couldn't quite believe it. Those stupid bastards! It only proved that the only trustworthy lads were the marines. That, of course, didn't resolve the issue of what to do about Master McAllister, though Andrew was somewhat at a loss about how to achieve such an end. All he could do was snoop round, which he was already determined to do. "Thank you for everything anyway, Andrew," John mumbled, handing the handkerchief back. "You've helped me a lot. I hope I can repay you someday. I suppose I should be getting home now." "S'no trouble, mate," he said, stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket. "I'll see wot I c'n 'ear round this place, per'aps yer brot'er'll turn up 'ere sum time." The drummer doffed his hat and felt around inside it for a moment. His fingertips slid out one of the coins concealed in carefully-carved folds in the hat's wool, and he withdrew this at once. "Fer makin' yeh git paint'd up," he said, tossing the coin to John. The lad had clearly detested letting Ruby touch him, yet he had borne it gracefully. He deserved a farthing for that. "Me an' Tom're always at th' fort if yeh needs anyt'in' more. Well mebbe not Tom, 'e's a bore. Anyways, be off wi' yeh, I'll bet yer mum'll be righ' worri'd 'bout yeh. Anot'er day, eh?" With that, Andrew fitted his hat back on, taking care to make sure it was tipped back at its usual, rakish angle. Giving John a final, slightly smug grin, the drummer brushed his hands quickly over the front of his coatee. He set off toward Dauntless, humming the tune that he drummed whenever a sailor was brought up for a flogging. There might not be a flogging that afternoon, but there was sure to be a beating, and he was keen to get his licks in before the boatswain and his mates broke up the fun. |
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