Jarlyn shot a glare at Marreth and a dirty look at Jynne. How could Marreth assign Jynne to help him? Marreth, though a good friend, could be a bit short sighted at times. It was obvious that Jarlyn didnt like that Jynne.
He shrugged off Jynne's helping hand and could have sworn that Jynne had smiled thinly. The little --
"So, do you know why the captain was blinking a lantern?" asked Jynne.
Jarlyn shot him a suspicious look. Why in Middle-Earth did he care? "Why should I know?" he retorted sharply. His head began to ache and he clenched his fist to his temple.
"Well, you are his best friend," said Jynne smoothly.
"There are two things you must realize, Jynne," said Jarlyne impatiently. "The first is that I am do not feel up to avoiding numerous questions from you. The second is that it is none of your business what our Captain does. Now for pity's sake leave me alone."
"Corsairs do not have pity -- at least they are not supposed to have pity," said Jynne silkily.
"Oh go away and insult someone else," Jarlyn snapped as he settled himself by the fire and helped himself to a bit of stewing broth.
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