“Is there anything else to find?” He snapped back at the boy’s question, his dark eyes turning on him like a serpent to its prey. A young viper he was too, or so his sword-master had told him. He was a natural with the blade and even now kept one tucked into his fancy ass boot—right next to the French styled stockings. 

“My father,” he snapped and put emphasis on it because it was something he had that this boy probably didn’t. The poor never did “…is a Captain of an entire fleet of warships. He is an arms dealer and outfitter for Her Majesty’s Navy.” 

Luc picked up a stone and tossed it into the sea, before he continued his hunt, 

“Besides, It is my duty as a loyalist to the crown to keep the beaches clear. Don’t you think you too should be looking?”