Not that kind of sea. Jim smiles a little bit the way he often does when thinking about his work. His mission, ship, crew. The Chair. To be able to share that with Felix? Now that's some fortune he never would have counted on years ago.

There's so many little things that mark Jim as Other though. Things that will keep stacking up over time. There's his looks, obviously. But there's also the way he talks. How he always seems like he's seeing something for the first time (despite adapting to the unknown well). His hair is impeccable despite a job that would leave it salt ragged. Even the way he carries himself seems a little bit careless for the world he's in. For anyone truly looking the longer one watches Jim Kirk the more he looks like a square peg trying very convincingly to slip into a round hole.

"Takes..." Fuck what is the word he even wants, it is going to be harder to speak the language the further in to his cups Jim gets. "Buy in, for a big job especially when you're expected to fail, so I've been lending my skills to the lesser traveled areas of Skyrim at the time being. That's how I met Felix." Jim carefully nudges his empty cup back toward the middle of the table. "No place exciting yet. Mapping currents on the Eastern coasts is good work but it's hardly what I'd like to be studying."