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[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

[Voice]

[by_heart]

It's going. Set some fire to things, kept an eye on the boat.

Really, though, you may think things would be easier if you had a bit missing, but it's not all it's cut out to be.

[Voice]

[thatched]

[he chuckles a bit at Lea's humor, though he's not really in the mood.

He's never understood what was going on with Riku and Lea and their little...group. All heartless and nobodies and memories. He didn't know how they sort themselves out]

Aye, well that's agreed, but if I could choose there are still one or two things I could do without. [well, one anyway. But it was a doozy]

[Voice]

[by_heart]

Well, don't come cryin' to me when you figure out you're not yourself anymore. I don't know how I got put back together, so you're stuck.

[Voice]

[thatched]

[too late. He already feels that way.]

Don't worry about me, lad. I'll be fine. Just ruminating mostly. I think the captain would kill me again if I did something so foolish.

[Voice]

[by_heart]

Of course I'm gonna worry. I've been running this galley by myself forever now. I think if anybody sees another sandwich, I'm gonna have to hope I remember how to swim.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Aye, I feel you. Well if they want something else they can make it themselves. Maybe you can have Roxas help you out?

[Voice]

[by_heart]

Would you eat something Roxas cooked? I know I wouldn't.

[Ice cream for dinner every night. It would be inescapable.]

[Voice]

[thatched]

You could teach him. [they were close after all, right?] Remind me to get you a simple cook book net port.

[Voice]

[by_heart]

I've taught him everything he knows [And that's barely an exaggeration.] so why not that too, huh? He's kinda been attached to me 24/7 since he came back, so hopefully he's at least picked something up by now.

[That isn't an exaggeration, either. It's been like having a second shadow, only one of them was much blonder.]

[Voice]

[thatched]

Aye well--just try to let him figure things out on his own a little before answering a million questions. It's the only way we'll ever break him of the habit.

[Voice]

[by_heart]

I'm trying, but it's my habit too, you know? He didn't really have the luxury of figuring things out on his own back home.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Aye, I understand. Do your best.