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"Behold, Nautilus. The Sword of the Ocean."
Skinner leaned over to their newest recruit, the American going by the name of Tom Sawyer, and jibbed, "He was always an over-the-top man if you ask me." The American glanced over at his stained comrade and shrugged half-heartedly. "Names Rodney Skinner if you didn't catch it before." He held out his hand to shake.
The blonde brushed past his companion to catch up with Quartermain. "Nice to meet you, Mister Skinner." The farewell was rushed but unneeded for a gloved hand caught hold of him and yanked him backwards. The arm attached retracted slightly and slung itself over his shoulder.
"I believe you owe me shake." Another hand clasped around Tom's and shook it vigorously. The American yanked his hand back to his chest and eyed the white man suspiciously. "So you lookin' for revenge Sawyer, was it?"
"Tom." His name was quick and sharp on his tongue like a whip. "And it's not revenge. Well, in a way it is, but not like what you think."
"Then tell me what I think." Skinner folded his arms and smirked.
Tom looked over his shoulders longingly at the ship floating patiently at the docks and jogged on the spot in frustration and out of coldness. Looking back at the Invisible Man, Tom couldn't figure out why he was shivering even if he had a leather coast on. "Can't this wait for onboard?" A quick glance to the side at the vampiress was all the indication Skinner needed to boost his curiosity about Tom and some of his agenda.
"I see." Tom whipped his eyes back to Skinner and raised his eyebrows. "You want a bit of her blood don' ya?" Skinner chuckled at his joke and bumped elbows with his acquaintance. Tom shifted uncomfortably and made to leave. Skinner followed closely behind.
"Skinner, I know you an' I have only just met, but you seriously need to leave me, okay?" Skinner just nodded with a smile, irking Sawyer. "What do you want?"
"There are a lot of things I want, but you're not one of them." He paused to think. "Unless America has a cure for what I have?" Tom shook his head and continued up the ramp. "Listen here Sawyer."
Tom spun around, leaned a hand on one of his guns around his waist and waited. "What?"
Skinner walked right up to the foreigner, almost face-to-face but chest-to-chest, cocked an eyebrow and lowered his pince-nez slightly down his nose, revealing his disturbing hollow eyes and whispered, "Don' get in my way of my cure, Sawyer." A shift of his head clued Sawyer that Skinner was staring at the only woman onboard. "Or of anyone on board."
Feeling Skinner's hard shove to his chest, Tom stumbled back and watched in the corner of his eye as the coat drifted calmly past him. He had a feeling that the Invisible Man was up to something.