Gerard taps one of the sailors on the arm as he sits down to catch his breath, and the man looks up at him with a dubious expression. "Where is this ship going?" Gerard asks him, and he leans back, resting his head against the edge of the boat before answering, slow and drawling, "France, why, ya wanna get on tha boat? Go 'head, just give 'im--" and he waves his arm in the direction of a man standing at the wheel (the captain, he presumes) " 'bout twenty florens should do the job."
"Thank you," Gerard says, under his breath, and leads Mikey to the captain. "Excuse me, sir."
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Date: 2008-03-03 06:12 am (UTC)"Thank you," Gerard says, under his breath, and leads Mikey to the captain. "Excuse me, sir."