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[thatched]

Well since we're breaking away to begin with, why not go all the way and just become pirates? Floating the seven seas, waving our battle flag from the massive white dome. Pillage and plunder and the occasional panty raid. What do you think? Shall we put it to the vote?

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[thatched]

[sailing? an island where they could be all to themselves? He sighs and flops beside Namur on the couch, finishing his beer and scratching his stomach]

Maybe work toward that dream first, eh? [he wants to stop it, but who knows what will happen then.] A place of our own... [he glances at Namur]

You think trying to stop--[he waves a hand] this is such a good idea? [he had some sympathy. It wasn't pleasant having so many strangers, some of them with abilities they might not have even heard before-- but at the same time he didn't want to...didn't want things to return how they were]

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[om_nom_namur]

Hell, I don't know, Thatch. Ain't got no other way a stayin' with y'. An' maybe the Old Man'll be out there somewhere too, y' know? Maybe some a my boys I lost. Same time though it ain't... Dunno. Don't feel like we got a place here, y' know? Like we ain't part a this world really. Ain't ours, t' take or t' change or nothin', kind a.

[Namur huffs a deep sigh, drops his forehead onto Thatch's shoulder.]

But that's kind a stupid way t' think, since we got brought here an' can't go back. Why shouldn't that make it ours? If it's goin' t' shanghai us it damn well better be ready for us t' bring hell, right?

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[thatched]

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.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur lifts his head, giving Thatch a narrow-eyed look.]

Cryin', Slughead? Stop that shit right now, huh?

[If Thatch starts he might start and he's too turned around in all directions to even know which way to go to make it stop. So he palm-strikes Thatch's shoulder instead. It's as good a solution as any.]