Chapter 102 A Crime (1/2)

After the encounter with Ewan earlier that day, and the news from Hargreeve that he couldn't leave as soon as he would have liked, Jeremiah had been looking forward to that drink. He practically dragged Aaron back to The Leaky Boat, and wasted no time ordering his first drink, pushing one towards his Cabin Boy as well. Everyone knew that a good drink was always better with company, even if he was attempting to drown his woes.

”Heard about Ewan,” Arthur began, giving a glance at Jeremiah as he served another customer.

Jeremiah paused his drink just before it reached his lips, looking back at Arthur with obvious annoyance, ”He already ruined my day, I advise you to not ruin my evening”.

Arthur snorted, ”He may be a right ass, but I think we both know you can handle Ewan”.

Jeremiah snorted, tipping back his drink, ”I hardly think it's a question of whether or not I can handle him. It's a question of how big of an ass he plans to be before I do”.

Arthur nodded in agreement, ”So for how long will you tolerate him? You're only here a couple of days”.

”I'd rather not kill him if I can avoid it,” Jeremiah sighed, ”That'll really put a damper on my trip assure”.

”Like he hasn't done that already,” Aaron mumbled. The corner of Jeremiah's lips turned up in amusement. This was why he'd hired Aaron. Sure, a cabin boy should be loyal, and Aaron was without a doubt, but Jeremiah liked a bit of humour to brighten his day. As serious as Aaron was most of the time, he had his moments, small as they were. Aaron had only been a young boy when he'd been brought under Jeremiah's wing, but the orphan boy had stood out to him.

Mainly because he'd been daring enough to steal from the docks right beside the esteemed captain. That thievery had quickly come to an end after Aaron had been welcomed on board the Miranda. Jeremiah had simply told him that if he worked hard, he would never go hungry nor be lonely again. Jeremiah had yet to let him down.

”There'll be less talk of murder in this tavern thankyou,” Arthur grumbled, ”You know its not good for business”.

”Unless you deal in such things, I don't think murder is good for any business,” Jeremiah replied, ”But that doesn't stop accidents from occuring”.

Arthur rolled his eyes, then pointed subtlely to a table in the corner where three quiet young men sat eating their evening meal. Or more specificially, two of them ate while the hooded one sat still in the corner.

”They who you were on about earlier?” asked Jeremiah, ”I still don't think they're worth the information you gave us. I think you should offer something more substantial”.

”You want more information?” asked the Tavern Master with a grin, ”Well, you're going to have to offer more than a story about a Goddess with the tail and ears of a fox granting wishes”.

Jeremiah grumbled, turning away as he took up his drink again. Nothing else really came to mind, besides the fact that there weren't many things going on at the moment that was of any real interest to him. And even if something was apparent, Jeremiah highly doubted it would be related to Eldovia, the continent was not much of a threat to the Token Trading Firm.