ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄
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she was the assassin
he was the privateer
and together they were
something greater than
all the saints
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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"so let us give 'em what they want"
HE FOUND HER OUT.
He found out she was Sea Blade. And now, the butter knife right by her fingers would have to be a weapon.
Angelique's mind was racing. A thousand ways his life could end. But she wasn't moving.
Some time during that moment her mind was folding inward into itself, Sturmhond spoke again.
"I know the wage is one part, but not many would jump at the chance to live the life of a crew member. Especially not under me. I'm known for my notorious ventures, I'm sure you know."
Sturmhond's hazel eyes remained on her.
"Even if you are an exceptional Tidemaker, you knew going into this that I had lost most of mine in my most recent... drawback. And they were almost as good as you. So tell me, was it boredom? A need for adventure?"
Angelique subtly relaxed. Without missing a beat—as if she hadn't just contemplated taking his life—she took another spoon of her soup. "I've always dreamed of having my own crew, actually."
He raised a brow.
"It's more of a fantasy. Unachievable, considering everything in my life. You offering what you did... was the closest thing I had to my dreams being answered."
The privateer looked very much intrigued, and almost a bit delighted. Like he had just happened to come across a gold coin lying on the ground in his luck. "Should I be worried of you leaving me soon to venture for your own ship?"
Angelique thought for a moment before answering earnestly. "As of right now, no. But there's a chance that could change."
As she continued to eat the rest of her soup, they lapsed into silence. Angelique was hyper aware of the candles in the center of the table flickering, the small clinks of her metal spoon scraping against the porcelain.
Usually, Angelique loved silence. But silence with Sturmhond? It felt unnatural. Besides, if she didn't say anything, he was bound to ask her something else, and that would mean revealing more of herself. Even though she pretended she had no problem doing that, when she asked him earlier what he wanted to know.
But now was her chance to ask him something.
"Do you usually do this?" Angelique said, setting down her spoon in the empty bowl. "Dinner, with another crew member, I mean."
