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[it is a little after dinner, and he is in his little boat, lying back and watching the moon over the water, singing low to himself]

O come home my sailor boy
Far over deep gray waves you roam
I've been waiting long long years
To see you come back home.

O come home my sailor boy
Someone else waits for you, too
The glinting muskets at the door
Just say how I loved you

O don't worry sailor boy
I will watch you mount the stand
And when you go, my sailor boy
I'll take your hard cold hand

[after that fades into stillness, he'll write]

Ever felt too strong for anyone's good? Like you're not quite yourself anymore due to circumstances? Offhand, anyone think Davey Jones will grant requests if you end up under with him?

[not that he's thinking of doing anything reckless.]

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Fireflower? Oh, that's cute.

[She laughs.]

Fine, all things considered. I'm doing just fine. What...brought on all this, if I may ask?

Maybe I wanted to pique your curiosity and then lure you in further by my charm. [he lays back and folds his arms behind his head]

Is it working, fair lady? Are you falling for my devious ways?

Maybe I'm already curious. And maybe I'd be more inclined to be lured by sharing stories? Over drinks, maybe?

As I am far from where you are, that may be problematic, sweet lady Chandra. But once you make port I'll be sure to join you. Would you prefer rum with the boys or quiet margaritas on a moonlit promenade?

Suppose that's up to you.

[She laughs again, putting on a show of being highly amused. And filters after that]

Thatch, you're acting funny. That's a really serious question to ask, and quite frankly it scares me.

[Damn. Not half as charmed as he'd like. Oh well. He'll play it out]

Don't fret. I'm fine. Just an idle question of an idle man. I ruminate when I'm out on the sea by myself.

Well, since you asked, I'm giving you an answer. Because I like you, and you're kind of cute. [And you deserve an answer.]

Yes. All the time. Power...changes you, if you let it. I know it sure as hell did me. Control's something I struggle with, obviously. But I've learned to rein it in. If you need help with that, or just want advice, just ask. I know what I'm talking about. Probably better than most.

Edited 2014-01-31 06:00 (UTC)

Then I will treat you to moonlit drinks, because when a gorgeous lady calls you cute, you have no other course.

[and what a course it was. He knew what she said. And it chilled him, seeming to ripple through his bones]

I'm not who I was. I'm not even what I was. [he lets the dark sake from his fingertips] I'm not worried about control. It's just...what it means to them that's seen this power before. [and he says in a low voice] This is an ability that hurt my nakama.

That's a bit trickier, but let me tell you something I learned a long time ago, from a woman that terrifies me. [She says this gravely, because Liliana is genuinely the single scariest entity she's ever met.]

Power always comes with a face. When you look at me, you see a cute girl that throws fire around. Because I'm on your side. What do you think my enemies see? They see fire and death. When your friends see you, they see your face. They may be afraid of that power, but they still see your face.

[She pauses, trying to word what Liliana had told her properly.]

And when you see something you're afraid of fighting beside you, then that only makes you better. Because that scary thing isn't trying to hurt you. It's hurting things your enemies. When Liliana and I had to work together, I know for sure I felt better knowing she was on my side.

[he'd never heard it that way before and it comforted him somewhat. They knew him. They trusted him. Or at least he was pretty sure they did. Even with this. And it wasn't as if he wasn't going to continue to fight for them and--hell be even stronger than he was before. But it was all overwhelming somehow. Too much all at once. So much more than he ever wanted]

Aye, I take your point Fireflower. [he sighs a bit] Still, I'd rather not have it. Not that I think anything will really change from meeting the man.

[but maybe...It was so new, maybe if he came back from whatever state constituted dying, it wouldn't be with him any more]

Okay, and this is something I learned from the biggest asshole I've ever met.

[It's a maxim Gideon lives by, and as much as she hates the guy...he's right.]

Anyone who wants power for power's sake doesn't need it. Anyone that wants power for their own sake doesn't deserve it. The only people who should have power are the ones that don't want it.

You don't want it. You have it. Like me. Use it to help us. Your friends. And you'll be fine. Just...don't do anything stupid.

He does sound pretentious.

[he sounds amused though he takes what she says seriously enough. It's true. He's heard things like this before and it always struck him as one of those truths that people like to say but don't understand very well.]

Aye, of course I'll use it to help my nakama. My crew. Just wish I could still swim with the damn thing.

[it's not all of what he's concerned about but it's a very big part of it. Now he'll have to rely on Namur and is that much less reliable with Marco and Ace]

Oh? Wait, you can't swim?

[Because wuut?]

Aye. I can't. Nor can Ace, Marco, or anyone else whose eaten a Devil's Fruit. For some reason the sea doesn't like it and it doesn't matter if you've been swimming all your life.

That's just damn weird, you know that? And being a Devil Fruit pirate sounds borderline suicidal.

It is, aye. But that's how it is for pirates where I come from. Live hard, die young. Unless you're the strongest man in the world.

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