piratejournal | 003 [voice]

[You all remember Hector, of course. The ass who's torn apart most of the folks who've asked stupid questions? And has been highly offended at the assumptions about the way he speaks? Well, he's just come upon a thought that struck him out of the blue, and really, in his opinion you just might want to pay attention.

But hoo boy, does he sound full of schadenfreude. Because he is.]

Just as an aside, as that execution do bring some things to mind. At least for meself, as I'm a bit more versed in the laws and rules of the sea...

You do realize, o'course, with your sailing and bartering without proper papers - letters o' marque or otherwise granting you permission to do such from a nation - you are all, in fact, committing acts of piracy, aye?

No papers, no authority to conduct yourself as a legitimate crew. No authority, of course, to organize yourself in a militaristic force. You aren't privateers. You aren't merchants, and you aren't treasure hunters.

You're pirates. Piss poor excuses for pirates, I'll grant ye that, but not a single soul brought to this place has authority to do anything. You're conducting in black market trade, operating a craft that is not, in fact, registered in any home port, and not a single one among ye has a place ye make berth.

This, of course, does include our little ship full o'sparkle and light in the name of justice et cetera, et cetera.

Pirates, the lot of you. Every last one of you be staring at Jack Ketch, waiting to be the next to dance the jig. No matter your noble intentions.

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So he brings us here to get something HE wants, but makes it harder for us to actually GET it. What the fuck kinda' sense does that make?

Can't say. P'raps that's how he gets his jollies.

He's gonna' end up gettin' a jolly foot up his ass, at this rate. I don't like bein' jerked around by people, livin' or dead.

Well, that's implying you ever intended to give him what he wants to begin with.

Well, I've tried to wrap my head around this.

Considerin' the fact that this definitely ain't Earth, no matter how similar it is, and the fact that none of the stars are even remotely familiar, there's no telling just how many light-years from this place my world might be. Even on the off-chance I found a way to reach space, I wouldn't have a clue what direction to go in.

And since I can't conjure up some crazy magical doorway back home either, I don't have much of a choice but to see if gettin' this guy what he wants will convince him to send us back.

[Stop using future terms, Akira.]

Do YOU intend to give him what he wants?

Well, that is a very personal question.

It's a very direct question, and easy enough to answer.

And one I won't.

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