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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.

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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.

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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.