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Oh, hey, the Navy are after us again. I was wondering when they'd pop up. I guess there's nothing we can do to inform 'em we saved their butts from the witch, huh?

Anyway, maybe I can actually get a decent bounty on my head this time. I kind of miss not having a price on my head.

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Gotta do what you can to make it through life, pal.

Think you need to tell me that?

[Wait a minute...]

─the hell does that have to do with anything, anyway?

Sometimes being laid back about the struggles we deal with are how we stay sane. Letting us get broken down by them only gives the shit people are doing to us power.

... It's all fine and dandy if you're feeling philosophical and shit, but how does that tie in with having a bounty on your head?

[If there is a connection, it goes right over his head.]

I would have had that bounty whether I liked it or not, just by doing what I would have done in any situation. If anything, it's proof I have what it takes to survive.

[Ah. He does see her point, even if Ragna himself has never looked at it that way. The bounty is just some numbers Library puts together to make his life more pain in the ass than it already is, nothing more. But, now that she mentions it, it doesn't seem like a bad worldview...

... "the proof you have what it takes to survive," eh?]

You sure put a lot of thought into this.

Not really. It's just something I figured out by being part of a super sentai pirate crew.

[He immediately questions treating everything she's said seriously.]

... A super what now?

... look. I can't figure out how to explain it without sounding totally crazy.

But.

For a while, my crew and I lived by our own code. Seeking our own treasure, our own glory. Or own survival. But then we came to Earth, and well... none of that changed exactly...

... But we all ended up being part of something bigger. A group of 35 warriors called the super sentai. We were able to use their powers, and along the way... they sort of helped us figure out who we we were and what we were all about.

It put things in perspective. It felt right.

... and man. I'm not used to talking about my life like that. You owe me a drink, pal.

[And thus, "taking seriously" is out of the window.]

It still sounds crazy! I mean... what you're saying is... you're an alien?!

[Actually, that's not quite as important as that last thing she said. The matter of what she is can wait until later.]

─the hell I do! I never asked for your goddamn life story, I asked what that super sem─ senth─ warrior thing was!

[It would seem that no matter what world he is in, one thing never changes: every being in the entire universe is determined to sucker him into buying them food and/or drinks.]

Fine.

You explain your life story, and if you can do it without it also sounding insane, I'll buy you a drink.

Who in their right mind would babble mindlessly about their life story to some random stranger on a magic notebook?

Besides you, I mean.

so.

you can't.

It's not that I can't.

I just don't wanna.

[Also, he can't.]

Meet you at the pub closest to the docks.

You better show up or I share with everyone how you're actually five.

What kinda blackmail is that? It's not even true!

[... Though to be honest, he wouldn't want to attract people's attention like that. Much less for his own crew to hear it.]

'Sides, did you miss the part we might be miles and miles apart? I don't even know what docks you're talking about!