2.2

A heavy breath of exasperation leaves me. I knew Jack just letting me captain one of his ships on my own was too good to be true. I should have known he would be keeping tabs, lingering close by to just show up when he thought I was about to be in trouble.

He said he thought I was ready and he trusted me.

“Trust me my ass,” Val snapped, irritated too.

I cross my arms, tapping my foot impatiently while I wait for him to board. He’s taking his sweet time, making sure the board that is connecting the ships is just right, testing it with his foot before crossing over.

He’s stalling. He can probably see the anger on my face. He rarely, if ever, uses a board to cross. I learned how to swing over with a rope by watching him.

“Job well done, lass,” he sauntered over to me, a sly smirk on his face.

“If it’s a job well done, why are you here?” I continued to glare.

His expression turns apologetic. “To praise you.”

“Yeah right. Who is it? Who's the snitch?” My eyes circled the deck, narrowin