Alston nods, as Vincent goes into what could happen. "Maybe even enough to buy another ship, should the first one become someone else's property." But he's already checked out. He walks a line along the ship, toward lower decks, hunching to take a look at what it looked like. Crates, barrels, heavy rope coiled into piles.
For how deep in the water it sat, Alston assumes there's another deck below that one, if not two. And space for ballast too.
Another life. He pushes up out of his crouch, headed back toward Vincent and Fletcher. "Lovely to see you both, as always." Again, there's a flirtatious tone as he claps a hand on Fletcher's shoulder. It's not aggressive, not threatening. Just a friendly gesture.
"You'll have my half of the money tomorrow." This he directs at Vincent, before he's sauntering off toward the railing. "Have a good night, gentlemen." He's up, over, landing easily on his feet, and heads toward the public house to collect his quarry.
The man might try to get out. Neither of them would make it that easy for him.