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You really think-- [he wants to add, find Pops here...and as wonderful as that sounds...it sounds pretty terrible, too. Everything would be so screwed up again. But to see him again. The last time he saw him...how long had it been...? He just wants to get drunk and curl up against his massive leg, listening to him laugh and laughing with him and conspiring to sneak him off of the ship to go carousing or gambling or just a breath of fresh air.

Ah...wait. Namur is still talking. Thatch clears his throat and pays attention.]

Yeah...let's raise hell. Eventually. Ah... [he rubs the bridge of his nose] Sorry, give me a moment.