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He had been seeing the woman more and more frequently these days. Even if it were from his safe hide away upon the crows nest, and from afar, he couldn’t help but notice the presence of the zoan user. Often he’d peak over the railing of his perch, to peer down at the where abouts of his Captain and crew, but never rushed to ever join them in any sort of occasion. He knew his place, and his reasoning for being apart of the crew, and it had nothing to do with the mindless man slaughter the others did so enjoy.
Making his way back to the mast, Jace paused upon hearing the sound of flapping wings in the distance. Was it her? Clearing his throat faintly, and leaning his shoulders back against the mast, while hands were tucked into pockets he spoke out suddenly.
“If you’re lookin’ for the Captain and others, they are off hunting.” Such poor timing on her behalf, but Jace wasn’t about to assure her that she could stick around. He wasn’t as interesting as Michi, Sal or Deacon, not in the slightest. “I’d give it a few hours, then you should try again.”