( Caladan Kreil is an ill omen aboard his own vessel, the Queen Zanyra, but a more sympathetic and quieted ghost on the Pariah. Today, he only visits — the by-product of a hasty exchange, rowed in by sea, and earnest attendant of an extended conversation with the flinching, trembled Quicksilver.
Matters of business settled, he concedes to dine at Quicksilver's invitation, and interrupts the young man who presides over the canteen with a curious glance, beneath the rim of his dark hat, and a silent push of his bowl forward. )
We are at sea. ( Calmly, as if perhaps the boy has failed to notice. But gentled, also, dipped in humour. ) You can rest assured we have all tasted enough of salt.
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Matters of business settled, he concedes to dine at Quicksilver's invitation, and interrupts the young man who presides over the canteen with a curious glance, beneath the rim of his dark hat, and a silent push of his bowl forward. )
We are at sea. ( Calmly, as if perhaps the boy has failed to notice. But gentled, also, dipped in humour. ) You can rest assured we have all tasted enough of salt.
( Sprinkle lightly. )