Johnson kept watch aboard the Dog as was his duty. The hasty exit of the Captain raised his curiosity ten folds. Nicholas watched as William left the ship in the able hands of Mister Lasseter. As Dorian whispered his orders to the crew, Johnson simply nodded his head non-challantly as not to draw any unnecessary attention.
Mister Lasseter conversed with Mister Pew, then retreated below deck. Within an instant, Dorian returned adorned with twin Dragoon pistols. Johnson's squinted right eye widened in quiet excitement. Action. Or merely the possibility of it caused Nicholas' anticipation to grow.
Leaving his position at the swivel gun mounted railing, Johnson approached Dorian respectfully.
" Mister Lasseter, sir. I couldn't help but notice the two fancy little additions to yer' attire. I be wonderin' if'n I would be in need o' a fashion upgrade as well ? "