“Of course,” Colby said. Andy very probably even meant the offer, at least while making it; but there was certainly no way Colby had make any demands on them. They had enough to deal with, and did not need him imposing. “Though not if that includes you telling the world about me taking naps. Good morning, everyone; should I put on the invisible producer hat and ask how it’s all going?”
“Hey, kid.” Bob gave him an avuncular nod. “Nice producer hat. Matches your scarf.”
“Morning,” John said, Texas-ranch friendly and laid-back in historical sailor garb; they’d not met before this film, but Colby liked his calm unflappable acceptance, so unlike the boisterous mutineer he was portraying.
“Colby,” Jason said, and met his eyes. “Taking naps?”
Jason was tall and large and all-encompassing; the
