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[interspace]

Yo-ho, yo-ho and all that piratey bullshit. Getting that aside, how does one volunteer themselves for a crew? I'm already good to go. Not a sailor, but anybody willing to take me will get a hard-working, quick-learning gal looking for a way to get the hell out of here.

Is that enough of a resumé?

Seriously, though. This island is not a place I want to stay. I'm definitely willing to work and I could use some friendly acquaintances or good conversation while I work on getting my bearings. All takers should respond here directly and/or include crude doodles at your own childish discretion.

[ ooc: Please take a look at Misha's permissions, too! ]

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[wavesoakedlegs]

Everyone deserves respect, until they prove otherwise.

[That embarrassment is back, and full blown at that. This isn't the first time someone has responds to his use of titles in this manner, but to him, it's what you do].

This is just how I offer it.

[interspace]

So is it insulting when I call you plain Mitsuhide?

[wavesoakedlegs]

No.

[He barely deserves a name, but that's beside the point.]

Everyone has their own way of approaching life. Myself and Lord Motochika... he is my dearest friend, and calls me Mitsuhide. But I have never been able to call him anything but 'Lord,' because of his position. He has, so far, never corrected me.

[interspace]

[ Ah. One of those relationships, then. ]

Probably hasn't thought to for the same reason you call him that in the first place, huh. Anyway, like I said, I'm not really in any position to be a Lady, so don't worry about it. Hey, if you know about sailing ships, you're probably of higher station than I am, to boot!

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide's almost certain his friend would prefer to be called just Motochika, actually, it's just... well. Manners are a comfort for Mitsuhide, and Motochika is the ruler of an island.]

I was born into a noble samurai house, though I no longer have any rank.

[interspace]

I was born into the house of even lower positions than that. We don't even have nobles where I'm from. You still have me beat.

[wavesoakedlegs]

I was lucky to be born into such a place, but... in truth, that's all it was. Luck. Such rank cannot define character, morals or strength. Far from it.

[He sighs. Really, this is getting a little too deep considering he just met Misha.]

I am sorry, such conversation is not really appropriate of me right now.

[interspace]

Hey, far be it from me to pull you out of a comfort zone. Just ignore it if I ask questions too probing or something, I'll back off.

[ Sometimes. ]

[wavesoakedlegs]

I led myself there, I think.

[A pause, and then he adds:]

But thank you, all the same.

[interspace]

No problem.

So, hey, what's your ship look like? In case I need to seek you out.

[wavesoakedlegs]

It would be easiest to identify us by our flag. One moment.

[For a moment, there is nothing... and then the journal shows that he is drawing something. It takes a while, but eventually there is a slightly rough crest.]

If we are not in port, contact us through the journals and we shall arrange for you to reach us through one of the nav systems.