voice / written

[thatched]

[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.]

Comments

private

[thatched]

[he waves a hand] That's business. Try Yuezhong. That island is gorgeous. Or Nuevo Empieza. I even hear there's a candy mountain.

[and who knew? Maybe it could even exist]

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[oneofthelost]

I'll have to see where my crew's headed next.

private

[thatched]

Mayhaps we'll sail together one day. My name is Thatch. What should I call you by?

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[oneofthelost]

[Screw it. Everyone's going to find out she's... different... sooner or later.]

I'm Alex.

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[thatched]

Alex. It's a pleasure to meet you. Strong man? Sweet lady? Or not telling? [sort of difficult to tell from a name like that]

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[oneofthelost]

Not sure I'm always sweet, but. I'm a girl, yeah.

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[thatched]

It's a woman's prerogative to claim sweetness no matter the evidence to the contrary. What crew do you sail with, Miss Alex, if you don't mind me asking.

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[oneofthelost]

I'm with Triton's Mistress. What about you?

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[thatched]

[he's not sure if he knows anyone on that ship. Well he's seen and heard them over journals but knowing is something different]

I sail with the Spades. [maybe the biggest crew of outworlders in these waters, though not near as big enough as he's used to]

Where is the Mistress planning to port next?

private

[oneofthelost]

I don't really know. I'm pretty new, so I haven't been asking much.

private

[thatched]

Ahh, so freshly arrived, I see. Well don't be afraid to make friends with your mates. It'll save you at sea more often than not if someone knows to look out for you.

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[oneofthelost]

I've made at least one friend, and I get along with a couple people here, at least. My friend and I are on different ships, though. We ended up speaking to different people when we got here and went separate ways.