Thomas nodded, his mind sifting tacitly through the First Mate’s response. If he had been asked personally he would have said that the [i]Dusk Skate[/i] had the best manned guns of any pirate vessel in the Caribbean, which is precisely why he had asked after Nicolette’s opinion. She was not jaded as he was by pride, and Thomas was man enough to admit he had plenty of that, especially when it came to his livelihood. 

The First Mate was an astute and dedicated officer, and for one so often bold and calculating, he wondered with an amused arch to his brow and a slight curl to his mouth what about him set her so ill-at-ease. He could hear it in the timbre of her voice, and the way she forced her expressions. It was odd to him, seeing as how she had come to the [i]Skate[/i] for a chance to join the crew. She must’ve heard about him, and known of his reputation and style of command before she walked up the gangway that day. Perhaps the reality of his company was even more of a shock than he realized? That prompted a genuine smile from Thomas. 

“Your assessment is appreciated, of course, Lieutenant. Let us hope that during our coming venture that the [i]Skate’s[/i] guns are allowed to remain silent. Still, being sharper is something I can always abide. During the voyage I think it best if you hone the men further. A sword can hardly be too sharp.”

It was during this time that Antonia placed a cup of bumbo before the First Mate, and retook her seat. Thomas shifted his eyes to hers, sensing her desire for his attention. He saw her mouth the words of thanks to him, and he understood. It was not often that Thomas colored his true feelings for anyone, even a young boy. In truth however, he hadn’t done it for the boy had he? [i]You’re going soft, Thomas,[/i] he thought as he looked to the exotic rogue with a smile, and a wink that said everything he needed it to.