Yes. He was absolutely certain that the ship was not what everyone thought it was.
“I’ll be damned. There she is: the pride of the Centennial Shipping Line.”
“It’s not the Esquirer.”
“Of course, it is,” John shot Anderson a condescending look. “Don’t you think I know what my own ship looks like?”
“That ship has two sails on the bowsprit, the Esquirer has three,” Anderson met John’s stare. “And the Esquirer is not your ship.”
your
John straightened his jacket. “Teach me to save you from being punched in the face. Next time I’ll let the guy b****y your nose.”
“Aw let it go, John.” Anderson abandoned his search and he grabbed John’s sleeve pulling him out of the current and onto a clear spot of grass to the side of the walkway. “This whole song and dance. Is this what you really want
