" Fisherman?", Butcher scoffed. "I ought to box your bloody ears, girl. Could a fisherman slay Caelinus the Longshanks in single combat in front of twenty thousand people? Or gut Marcinio of the Werewood like a fish?"
"Aye", Sid said. "A fisherman could probably gut a man like a fish, Butcher."
"I was a pirate, you fucking cunts", the Liisian blustered.
"But...", Mia frowned. "You were seasick, Butcher. You spewed your guts out the entire way from Whitekeep to Galante."
"Well, I was a shitty pirate, wasn't I?", the man cried. "How d'you think I ended up a damned slave?"
"O...", Mia nodded. "That... makes a surprising amount of sense, actually."
"Point is I grew up here", Butcher scowled. "I know this city like I know women."
Ash raised her hand --
"Don't", Mia hissed. "

― Jay Kristoff , Darkdawn (The Nevernight Chronicle, #3)