#thread; unexpected attachments

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Fierce anger burned in Jack’s chest at the manner in which he had been dismissed so quickly from Charles’ thoughts and bed, furious that the other man found it so easy to let him go as though all they had endured as friends, crew and bedmates had meant nothing to him. But beyond that, he felt anger towards himself at the way he knew he would still go crawling back to Charles, to serve as his quartermaster because no other fucking captain on the shores of Nassau could hope to offer him what Charles had all those years ago.

Avoiding his usual haunts, Jack passed into the brothel only to retrieve several bottles of drink, before heading to The Wrecks, knowing that the only men there that might disturb him were those with their minds too addled by substance to cause him any real harm in the daylight. Come nightfall it would be wise for him to vacate or join in with their activities, but while the sun shone above he was safe enough.