[Is there some trace sentiment of 'You're fucking telling me' that surfaces in answer to that huff of air? Somewhere in the upward flex of eyebrows or the line of Flint's mouth behind red whiskers, maybe.]
Captain.
[With some jangle of hardware made more or less inaudible by the sheeting rain, Flint moves past him on his original track. Presumably there is a short list of further disasters elsewhere in the Gallows which requires averting before they decamp from the island.]
gold star we did it
Captain.
[With some jangle of hardware made more or less inaudible by the sheeting rain, Flint moves past him on his original track. Presumably there is a short list of further disasters elsewhere in the Gallows which requires averting before they decamp from the island.]