Anthony wasn't bothered by that. It was a stupid thing to be arrested over, after all. "He said that I was dangerous and that he was worried for his well-being."

"You?" He smirked. Then he sat back and leaned against the wall. "This constable is a cunt."

"Me." Anthony nodded. He knew that he was probably the least dangerous person here, and that's why his arrest made even less sense to him. "I don't know." He didn't want to risk saying anything bad about the constable, just in case he was listening and wouldn't give him food because of that.

Noah turned, and lay back on the bed, his hands under his head. "I give it a week before he gets stabbed."

Anthony finally looked away from the bars and at Noah. "Two weeks."

"No way!" Noah argued. "He's got the fishing community against him, and all the other scum of the town... And I'm sure Crane just ran off or som't. At least he seems scared of him. So he'll have no protection."

Anthony shrugged. "Okay, fair," he said. "whatever. I'm not gonna be the one to do it, anyways, so it doesn't matter."

"I hope it's soon. He's a cunt..." Noah repeated.

Anthony was getting a little bit irritated now. "I miss Crane." And after saying that h just sat in pure silence, no longer interested in continuing the conversation, and just waited for the constable to come back.

The boy snorted, but then he shut up.