[ It's interesting to watch his companion- a very different man to the one he first encountered as thick black water threatened them. Jacob doesn't laugh, doesn't smile and longue around like the other, but plays with the tokens he's been given, moving them around his fingers as he surveys.

He knows men who act like this- and act is entirely what it is. So easygoing, so frivolous that you think nothing can hurt or upset them, but that couldn't be further from the truth. ]

There are worse sorts of blood-letting to be had, in return for much less.

[And then there's no more time for chatter, because here is their host. What manner of creature it is, Jacob has no bloody clue. Sharks are hardly seen in English waters very often. Still, Jacob has a feeling he knows the manner of man this creature is- the sort that profits from others.]

Why don't you tell us what you are willing to accept?