"Might just be," Johnny answers with an embellished pride. "Too bad you lot were busy, pulling for Crackskull. You could've joined in."
Brantley shrugs the suggestion, his attention drifting out to the water.
"Yeah, well. What's in the sack then?" Johnny sputters on, trying to avoid the unease of silence.
"What business is it of your what's in the sack, Johnny Rush?" Brantley grunts back, eyes turning to scour Johnny's face.
"Just making conversation."
"You're just looking for trouble. You ever been on a fishing boat?"
"What's that to do with anything?"
"Some places, you cast a line and you pull up everything you thought you ever wanted. Others, you get dragged down to the bottom and no one hears from you again."
"You've been out pirating too long, Shauny. You ever think to take back to the city, set up a proper business?"
Shaun Brantley glares hard at the boy, his disdain flooding the atmosphere between them. Without another word, he tosses his cigarette to the sea and makes his way off.