019 ♔ voice/ action on the Nightfury backdated to the 4th

[anelegantmyth]

Day three hundred and eighty seven.

Three hundred and sixty seven days since the day I first boarded the USS Booyakasha. Three hundred and twenty nine days since the first time I got stabbed. Two hundred and eighty nine days since I felt true heart break. Then again forty eight days later, and again thirteen days ago.

One hundred and eighty nine days since I got my first tattoo. Three hundred days since I got my first weapon. One hundred and eighty days since I last kissed a man and actually enjoyed it.

Three days since my hair turned short and black. Thirty three days since I admitted that I loved someone. Two days since I got shot and twenty one days till my birthday.

I like counting days. It lessens the blow to the fact that I've been away from my life and my friends and my family for a full year now.


...Marco, darling. I sent you a flower crown over the nav. I hope you like it.

[To anyone who actually needed her, she was in her library. Predenting to study, but really silently contemplating on life while she played with her crew ring]

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[om_nom_namur]

Sheheh, well, t'day y' can write down first day I talked t' Namur, the most badass an' flippin' awesome fishman in all a history. An' some other shits too but mostly Namur. Sheheheheh!

[He scribbles a quick selfie so she can bask in the awesome.]

Any good at drawin', sweetheart?

[anelegantmyth]

...so that's your name. Okay, I'll write that.

"Today I met a fishman named Namur. He sounds interesting and I think I'm in love with his math nerd friend who can kill people while reading a book. I hope to gain that skill one day.

Also, I'm kinda hungry, and I can't draw to save my life. But here's an attempt anyway."

[AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE]

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[om_nom_namur]

Ugh, awwww c'moooon. Can't have Billy stealin' my 'maids even when he ain't even here! The hell? Shoulda known. Guy's too hot for Jones t' touch.

[His heartache is over exaggerated. It's obvious even from his tone that the person he's talking about is someone he holds dear.]

Sheheheh! Yer pretty cute though. What dumbasses is goin' 'round breakin' yer heart, huh? Want me t' kick their asses?

[anelegantmyth]

Oddly enough, you're the second person to offer to kick his ass for me. Marco offers that exact same thing every time we talk. But I keep telling him he can't because I need the guy alive.

You're sweet, fishman.

[om_nom_namur]

[In the book below her portrait, Namur starts sketching out another one: a full body shot of a lanky human with a long face and tiny round glasses, a bandolier strung over one shoulder beneath a long trench coat, a pair of pistols at his hips, a book in his hand. He signs it Billy ->]

Hey, great minds think alike. Sheheheh!

[anelegantmyth]

I suppose.

[She smiles as the art starts materializing on the page of her journal. It was fun watch him doodle. No one does that on her boat.]

You're a good artist.

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheh, thanks. Always been good with my hands.

[If she knows what he means~]

Said y' got shot in the first message. What's the story there?

[anelegantmyth]

[And here she thought Ning was bad.]

Oh, well I got mad...really mad, and ended up lashing out at an navy base. I honestly thought it was a good idea at the time. Plus it was enough of a distraction to get my captain to safety.