"I would rather know how your heart felt, than your hand." Inej told him in a soothing voice. "But I'd like to be able to have both," Kaz responded, finishing off the last of his paperwork with a sigh. "How long?" "A year." Kaz's eyes snapped up to her, narrowing. "I can't be gone that long." "BS." Inej said plain and simple, a sharp frown adorning her features. "Inej..." Kaz hissed out, exasperated. "That was before I was an actual Barrel Boss. There is a difference between being the boss and-" Inej glared him down. "You said yourself you needed a vacation. And it would give these idiots an idea of what you have to deal with. Your seconds can take this stuff while your gone." Kaz huffed out in defeat as he carded a hand through his hair, messing it up in frustration. "Fine. But one condition." "Don't you dare..." "I get to make business deals along the way if I see fit." A heavy sigh left her before she muttered "deal." But as she made her way toward he window, he caught a glimpse of the smirk she wore. "By the way, we are traveling with my parents through the country side." She was gone, and Kaz took a deep breath, there would be no business in the Suli caravans and she knew that. The boat left at six, but they never made it to their destination on time. Days people searched, with nothing coming up. They were mourned, they were thought dead, they were left to die. Now, how will the crows survive? If they do, can they all get out alive? And "WHEN THE-" "KAZ!!!" "Fine. WHEN THE FRICKIN' HELL DID WE SPROUT THESE DAMN WINGS OUT OUR BACK!" (Kind of like the television show lost but more fantasy like with my touches also a survival story. May have fourth wall breaks if you're into that. Do enjoy.) All rights to characters/storyline/ quotes for Six of Crows goes to The Queen Leigh Bardugo. (Story takes place a few years after CK.)