voice. Private to the Spades

[thatched]

Come hell or high water, we're shipping out on Saturday. Probably in the early evening. If you wish to stay behind you may but there's no promises we'll be able to return. Our plans are to pick up the coral as we see it, blast the hell out of the fortress when we can and get in--getting rid of anything or anyone in our way until we find a way to lift this curse.

In order to cover more ground, Sun and Moon will be heading in opposite directions. If you wish to remain behind, let someone know. Otherwise we need repair work done and done quickly. Come to me or Namur for supply lists.

Our captain will be taken care of so don't worry about him.

If you have questions, ask, but don't waste my time.

Comments

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

Same as always then. Good, I can work with that.

[The next words, or whistles rather, make him tense and there's a long pause before anything else comes from his end.]

You assume that she's alive, but just because the others returned it doesn't mean she would. She died supposedly as an enemy of Davy Jones.


Even if she was alive, she will probably hate me more for doing that to her.

[Voice]

[thatched]

[he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks up. It's a fair point and he can't debate it.]

Fair enough. Though I advise you not to guess a woman's mind before she tells you it.

[that way leads to disaster. In any case, it'll be the last he says on the matter]

Anything you need from me, Ikki?

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

I'm fine, thanks.

[To not guess a woman's mind... But is it really a guess when it's just the only logical answer?]

If you need anything from me just call.