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First Song [text]

[This one is keeping herself to just text due to... an inability to actually talk.]

I'm a new arrival, and I can't offer much.

[At least she's to the point. Red's done this before, somewhat. The difference is that this time there's people that can actually read her messages.]

But I need information.

[She's leaving it that unspecific for a reason.]

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You've been taken from the last place you knew by Davy Jones, who, apparently, is a ghost pirate captain here. We are, as far as we know, expected to find and reunite the shards of a red crystal. That may be the way to return home.

I'm sorry about your arrival here.

[Ghost pirate captain.

That's a new one for Red. His description of the situation, while pleasantly concise, still sounds pretty outlandish. But it's hard to argue with the fact that she's not even in Cloudbank anymore.]

Are there many others here?

A fair number. I don't have a specific count.

Some of them, like yourself, are newly arrived. Others have been here up to eleven months.

What does one normally do after they arrive?

Find someone to sail with. Sometimes people look for those they might know first and go with them. Other times they strike out on their own.

I advise evaluating what you want. Some crews are more confrontational than others, so that can be an important factor in making a decision. I've never heard of one turning someone away, though.

Good advice.

I assume you're in one as well?

Edited 2014-08-12 07:12 (UTC)

My name is Kyouya Otori. I am the captain of the ship Royal. We pride ourselves on mercantile skills, not combat.

You're more focused on commerce and trade? I can't say I was expecting that.

My crew and I are not combatants. Rather than risk others by involving ourselves in conflicts in which we would only be burdens, we keep to trading and shipping when possible.

That's a rather sensible way of going about your time here.

What sort of products do you sell?

We're currently making plans [as of this minute, when he's finally inspired to pick a destination] to sail to an island known for its wild herbs. There's a market for spices. We deal in whatever there's a demand for, as it were.

Hearing you talk about herbs, the idea that I'll be sailing on open waters... And even the people.

It's all so different that what I'm used to.

If I may ask: what are you used to?

I'm a singer.

Adventures like these weren't ever a part of my daily life. The most excitement I would see were from the audience after one of my performances.

A singer? How wonderful. I admit, I come from a life of luxury myself and was very unused to this life myself.

What did you do with youself before you were brought here?

I was the heir to a major medical company.

[Not entirely true. But.]

Looks like both our careers have been indefinitely delayed.

It would seem so. This life does get more familiar after a time, though I cannot say it ever becomes pleasant.

[And here she was hoping for exactly that.]

What should I be worried about?

Hard work, long hours, variable quality of food. The locals will tolerate you only for about a week at Empieza, so I advise finding a crew with some haste. The military in this world sees us all as a threat, so either avoid them or find a crew who can hold their own. There's a myriad of personalities here, and you won't get along with all of them.

So much for a relaxing vacation.

Far, far from it, I'm afraid. Strange alterations tend to happen -- weather, personalities, anything seems fair game, really.

Personalities?

Magic in the air. It has altered personalities before. Temporarily, but it happens.

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