[To him, power is rather less a matter of ephemera. He has supped with lords, with kings. He has known men who could have a city burned at their word. He has been that man. Oh, there are tales at sea, of witchcraft, of monsters. Humans are fascinated by unknowable things. James takes nothing to be unknowable, only undiscovered. He does not play party to superstition, and he takes care not to let his crew overindulge in it either. Sailors are simple men, by and large, and pirates more-so. Some concessions must be made to ensure a ship is smoothly run, but Flint does not give credence to rumours and hearsay that many take as truth.
He watches her hands with a sharp, unerring focus, but there is nothing to his expression that gives voice to the thoughts he may hold on the matter. There is a moment's contemplation, and then his eyes flicker upwards, to her face.
On a deeper level, one he does not yet know she can sense, he is curious without alarm. Saliently, there is no fear.]
I see. [A beat.] And what can be done with these incredible abilities?
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He watches her hands with a sharp, unerring focus, but there is nothing to his expression that gives voice to the thoughts he may hold on the matter. There is a moment's contemplation, and then his eyes flicker upwards, to her face.
On a deeper level, one he does not yet know she can sense, he is curious without alarm. Saliently, there is no fear.]
I see. [A beat.] And what can be done with these incredible abilities?