“I believe we’ve met, sir,” the first of the brothers said, to which Lafitte simply nodded, “So we have.”
At the Selkie’s mention of the First Mate, Beau merely nodded, still holding Tayliana by the waist. Lafitte wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that. He’d never quite gotten around to laying down any ground rules about fraternization, if indeed he’d ever intended to at all.
But this was all thrown to the wayside as Peino called the impromptu meeting to order.
Lining up along the table, Lafitte and Beau nodded along to the general plan, Lafitte rolling himself a cigarette as he did so. It seemed sound enough to him, standard distraction/flanking action. It was after the plan was laid out and the others began to file out that was of major interest to Captain Lafitte.
Peino asked him the estimated time to arrival, and of course that still was pretty standard. Lafitte wasn’t entirely sure of the weather and terrain, of course, having never been to this part of the world. However, if it was ten hours by foot, “Probably four or five hours, could probably shave it down to three if we push it hard.”
And as to the second, more surprising request of additional support from Teur, Lafitte turned to Beau, “Gather up a few of your men. You are to lead them in pursuit of the Prince’s request.”
“J’ai le plaisir, le capitaine” Beau replied with a nod.
“Will these parameters be satisfactory…” And Lafitte was briefly uncertain of what to title the Prince, as he wasn’t commanding this in either a royal nor a naval capacity, “…Commander?” Lafitte smirked to indicate the humor he found in it.