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[madeofswords]

My name is Kiritsugu and I've fallen into some unfortunate circumstances.

[As it were, Archer spoke into his journal in a voice better suited for a much younger man, and then a few drops of blood landed on the surface of it. He tried to clean it to no avail. He just made a wider smudge and dragged it along the surface foolishly.]

Ah, sorry about that. On top of waking up as a teenager once more, I suppose I was dragged from the ship at some point and awoke in the custody of a number of pirates.

I'm looking for the Triton's Mistress and I'm going to be a bit too busy tending to my injuries to consider navigation.

[There was a depleted sigh on his part and a bit of a groan from exerted effort.]

A hasty response would be appreciated, but I understand if you're all indisposed or if you're all toddlers for some strange reason. I've already taken care of my primary problem.

[All responses will be coming from unlimitedfaker!]

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[wanderer_from_ys]

Did you escape from the pirates?

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[unlimitedfaker]

I didn't.

Rather, I don't have to, anymore.

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[wanderer_from_ys]

Oh. *Usually means one thing.* At least you're...safer than before.

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[unlimitedfaker]

At this point I can only hope.

And lie down, I suppose. [There was a sort of thud as he finally let himself do that.]

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[wanderer_from_ys]

At least you seem to remember and recognize that you've de-aged. My captain and some of the crewmates got younger and they don't remember anything.

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[unlimitedfaker]

Remembering is a saving grace, I suppose. [If only because it resulted in fewer botched plans.]