As he watched the search team leave with the ship he thought to himself, "I hope they don't do a whole funeral thing. Gonna get sunk like Gur'Durak did".
Eddie Salem emerged from the shadows of the naval fort as the Flying Squid began to disappear from view. Dressing up his shadow in his new Captain's Cloak had the crew fooled into thinking /he/ was lost at sea.
He settled in on the bunks he and Rogan had placed there before being stripped of the Second Sister lease and thought back on the events that had led him here.
He was ashamed of his public outburst. He desperately wanted command of a ship but it wasn't to be. He missed on the Cliff lease and the Iron Throne doesn't work with pirates. His impulsiveness had betrayed his bitterness and now it was time to go before he ruined what was left of his name.
That wasn't the only thing on his mind. There was the assassination attempt on Azalea Wayfair that he had blown the lid on. Through a series of cutaways and dead drops, he'd managed to siphon 600 thousand gold from her in exchange for information on who contracted her hit.
The way he saw it, there was no way he was going to stand aside and let some jilted lover get his ex girlfriend killed so he could hang onto her ear. Eddie was a man of dubious morality, but he was still a man and for this he had no patience.
But should word ever get out, he could rightly be named Snitch. At that point he wasn't sure if the relationships he'd built would be able withstand the pressure of the Pirate Code. Best not stick around to find out.
As he was pondering, he looked up and noticed a schooner approaching the fort. His ride that he had contracted. He looked out towards the setting sun and wondered what kind of name he should pick next.
Maybe he'd pick one of Cutlass's old aliases and see if the old wizard would crawl out of the woodwork again someday..