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[Asch has been stuck on this island for one night and he already hates it. It's not even a particularly nasty island, but this town is full of people who don't want anything to do with him-- and he doesn't want anything to do with them, either. Plus, when he asked about people dying, he got a door slammed in his face. Rude.

Having figured out that the journal is capable of both recorded and written communication, he's taking advantage of it while he lingers in the town square.]

Is there no one on this island who knows how to operate a boat? I have enough money to buy a small ship, but hiring crewmen is impossible. These people won't even take gold for it. This is a seaside community; having no one who will steer a boat makes no sense. They're avoidant on purpose.

[He hmphs a bit.]

Finding a company of competent people is going to be harder than I thought.

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That's because they know something they don't want to tell you, and they're smart enough to avoid getting stuck in your mess, eh.

I can see how selling ships would get us off the island faster, but not everyone is stupid enough to take one out of port without experience.

[Honestly, he doesn't know how to hoist a sail. He won't be getting far without someone else's help, and that annoys him.]

Aye. I do wonder at Davy Jones' selections sometimes.

Maybe he's trying to force more people to band together out of necessity.

Traveling with the wrong people might be worse.

[........ Yeaaaah....]

[Don't even get Marco started.]

[Or his brother Thatch.]

[Or their brother Ace.]

[Or their brother Namur because he's the one with the big mouth and has no problem informing each other that they've been killed and betrayed by an insider they all thought was family oops.]

[Point is, Marco knows man. He knows.]

Aye, but sometimes that's the risk you have to take.

[HAHAHAHA. Oh man, pirates have the best stories though.]

I don't like taking stupid risks.

[He sighs, invisibly brushing his hair from his shoulders.]

Does this jewel even exist?

Aye.

I've seen a shard of it rise out of the waters by a pink squid and lovingly handed over to a boy swimming in the depths filled with kraken.

[LET HIM TELL YOU... that was a fucking weird sight. Even to Marco who is used to some really weird shit.]

[......................................... what.]

... It... what?

And it was handed to him?

Well, they were the only ones close enough, because no one else was insane enough to swim in the same waters as kraken.

Actually that's a lie, but the others who were that insane were unable to swim or their crews wouldn't let them.

[He's taken at least one thing away from this story.]

So the jewel is real. What about its powers?

Don't know, don't care.

I wouldn't touch those things for anything less than my family's lives on the line.

Don't you want to leave?

No. Why would I?

This isn't your world. Why would you want to stay here?

There are certain things here that I want, but cannot have at home.

[A pause.]

To each his own, then.

[He respects that. And maybe in time he'll come to understand it, too.]

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