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Cristo rolled his eyes but he knew the other made a point. In all fairness, he just wanted him to say the words out loud is all.
“Your crew?” He parroted, cocking his head to the side. Looks like more things have changed around Nassau since he’s been gone than he originally thought. “Hmm, well, forgive me for not being too worried about them.” Cristo’s had enough attempts on his life since being captain for a lifetime, what a few more angry pirates?
The teasing look in his eye subsided as Casey brought up Rojas. He grabs the bottle of rum next to him and stands up to retrieve an empty goblet. “Rojas is dead,” He tells him, filling up the goblet before handing it to the other male. “We got in a nasty tussle with the British and he was injured. Our medic was killed in the crossfire so the infections from his wounds killed him before we could make port.” It was a slow, agonizing death, one Cristo wished he could’ve ended sooner, but the man was stubborn. Cristo raises the bottle in a toast before tilting the tip of it to his lips. “I’m the captain now.”
Casey blinked for a moment. Rojas being dead wasn't what he'd expected when he'd come here tonight. It, admittedly, took out a massive wrinkle in Casey's life plan. Every time he came here for Rojas, he always ended up being more miserable afterwards.
Casey sighed softly. He hadn't expected to see a repeat of his apparent curse. Although... it would be the second person that Casey had been emotionally involved with that had died when Casey had his back turned.
"Well, congratulations on the promotion," Casey said flatly. "I suppose I should... go then. There's very little for me here."

















