"If it was such a big secret, you should ahve kept yer mouth closed from th’ beginnin’." Eying the thief carefully, James lowered his voice. "Ah reckon you weren’ suppose ta say anythin’ either..yer the one who hasn’ gotten th’ idea, mate.”
"Yer gold is unwanted, boy, but perhaps your life is a bigger prize.”
”..Well.” He sighed, getting up and pulled out his hidden blade. He retrieved his gear, taking an incoming pirate on and punching him out. He pointed his cutlass and took a gun from another. He was not cutting anyone, more as hitting them with the handle and the butt of the gun. He pointed his gun at Kidd. “I told you I did not want any trouble.. but if you want to take my life, you’re gonna have give yours in exchange. Why would you save me in the first place? I have nothing of worth.. are you saying you saved me just to kill me?! Where is the logic in your actions.. “
He growled, moving forward. “It matters not.. Here we are. Thank you for giving me another chance at life.”
"Stand down boys. I’s is a figh’ between ‘im an’ meself.”
Men amongst his crew helped the fallen, quickly pressing a cloth against their bloodied noses and swelling bruises. James clocked on the boy, flitting from the gun in his grip toward the cutlass in the other.
“Tat is a good question isn’ it?” James kept his pistol at his side, untouched, and weight on the cutlass. “If you don’ put yer gun down, 'ere 'ill be trouble.”