Ashes fell from the end of his cigarette as he inhaled deeply and were quickly caught up in the ocean breeze. Steel blue eyes panned out over the rolling waters. Whitecap waves he was used to. The random rise and fall of a school of humpback whales he was used to. The clouds billowing overhead and turning dark and ominous he was used to. What Dalton wasn't used to was this annoying voice in the back of his mind that echoed some nonsense like, "You need to beware, Sir ....this isn't just any ordinary treasure."
Dalton scowled slightly as he flicked the spent 'grit into the ocean and exhaled a lung full of smoke downwind. "Dames.." he muttered.
He dismissed that thought along with that woman's voice as he turned to head inside. Already his mind was ticking off the list of things to do once he docked in RhyDin. Eze should have all the necessary arrangements made by now and all that would be left for him to manage should be the haul. With a shove of his large hand, the door to his office swung open. He dropped down in his well worn chair and kicked his boots up on an open drawer of his desk. He swung his arms up behind him to cradled the back of his head in linked hands. "You will carry more than you think when you move this collection." And there she was again. The rogue man smirked with a low grunt as he closed his eyes and tipped his chin up while pushing elbows back to stretch his wingspan and loosen tight muscles.
"Christ I'll be glad when this one is over" He just wanted to rid himself of that nagging voice and the woman behind it. Yeah the money was sweet, but he was doubting Eze's good sense of even taking this job. He faced the fact it was mostly greed on Dalton's part, but something was almost too intriguing not to take it. Still, that voice and that face looking at him with earnest sincerity caused him too much effort to not just laugh out right.
Oh well, a trip to RhyDin would be profitable and while he spent quite some time there in what now seemed like lifetimes ago, he wasn't planning on staying. Quick trip in, quick trip out. True to his nature of business ...import - export. He doubted he would see any familiar faces after all these years and a reunion wasn't what he was after. His goal now was get the job done, the money in his hands and Jagg off books.
Dropping his feet to the floor, he tipped forward and opened the most recent volume of those very books and turned to the last entry making a notation: Docking in RhyDin by morning. Meeting with Eze ASAP. Kill the curse. Dalton actually laughed out loud and pushed the ledger away. He was safe to do that here and not be accused of being a chauvinist pig for laughing in the face of those pleading eyes. While he understood very little about the emotions of a woman, he did understand they had them and ....well, he often misread them. He chalked it up to them being the fairer....weaker, sex.
A rueful smile formed under his goatee as he spoke aloud again to the thin salty air, "Curse my ass..."
Dalton scowled slightly as he flicked the spent 'grit into the ocean and exhaled a lung full of smoke downwind. "Dames.." he muttered.
He dismissed that thought along with that woman's voice as he turned to head inside. Already his mind was ticking off the list of things to do once he docked in RhyDin. Eze should have all the necessary arrangements made by now and all that would be left for him to manage should be the haul. With a shove of his large hand, the door to his office swung open. He dropped down in his well worn chair and kicked his boots up on an open drawer of his desk. He swung his arms up behind him to cradled the back of his head in linked hands. "You will carry more than you think when you move this collection." And there she was again. The rogue man smirked with a low grunt as he closed his eyes and tipped his chin up while pushing elbows back to stretch his wingspan and loosen tight muscles.
"Christ I'll be glad when this one is over" He just wanted to rid himself of that nagging voice and the woman behind it. Yeah the money was sweet, but he was doubting Eze's good sense of even taking this job. He faced the fact it was mostly greed on Dalton's part, but something was almost too intriguing not to take it. Still, that voice and that face looking at him with earnest sincerity caused him too much effort to not just laugh out right.
Oh well, a trip to RhyDin would be profitable and while he spent quite some time there in what now seemed like lifetimes ago, he wasn't planning on staying. Quick trip in, quick trip out. True to his nature of business ...import - export. He doubted he would see any familiar faces after all these years and a reunion wasn't what he was after. His goal now was get the job done, the money in his hands and Jagg off books.
Dropping his feet to the floor, he tipped forward and opened the most recent volume of those very books and turned to the last entry making a notation: Docking in RhyDin by morning. Meeting with Eze ASAP. Kill the curse. Dalton actually laughed out loud and pushed the ledger away. He was safe to do that here and not be accused of being a chauvinist pig for laughing in the face of those pleading eyes. While he understood very little about the emotions of a woman, he did understand they had them and ....well, he often misread them. He chalked it up to them being the fairer....weaker, sex.
A rueful smile formed under his goatee as he spoke aloud again to the thin salty air, "Curse my ass..."