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[unmoor]

Perhaps I should have asked you to join me, but the departure was rather... sudden.

[ aka he stole the ship. ]

I didn't get quite as far as I would have liked, but it was enough to quench the thirst for travel in me. For now, at least.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She stares at him for a moment, brow furrowed. It's highly unlikely that he rented a vessel. So. She suddenly laughs.]

Pirates. Perhaps send a text, next time. I wondered why I hadn't seen you around.

[Claire may have thought she scared him off from whatever bars and pubs he frequented. Maybe. And so perhaps she got extra sweets as a sort of apology.]

[unmoor]

[ he was kind of avoiding everyone except bottles of rum but no one needs to know that. ]

I should have. [ he smiles, glad to see her laugh. ] But a ship like that, small it might be, is still rather hard to manage on your own. I didn't have a hand to spare.

[ get it??? ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're horrible.

[Hand jokes are bad. Especially when she keeps thinking about her husband's smashed hand and what may have to be done with it. But enough of that. She's glad for the company.]

So, tell me. Did you see anything fascinating?

[unmoor]

[ if he only knew.... ]

I did come across some islands so it wasn't all for nothing. Never met anyone though.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Really? Not a soul there?

[Tell her more. And don't mind her as she picks up the fork to pick some fruit off the tart.]

[unmoor]

No, instead I found many ship wrecks that met their end there.

It was smooth sailing for me, but I suppose the seas here have seen less calm times.

[ and this is where he comes to the good part. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Still, it wasn't wise to go off without a word. [She's not very convincing at scolding anyone when eating sweets. Not that she imagines he'll listen to her, but whatever.]

[unmoor]

I left you a message in a bottle if that's any better.

[ no, he didn't but it's the thought that counts. his gaze stops on her mouth for a moment as she brings a raspberry to her lips. eventually he blinks, snapping out of it. ]

... I should show you what I found in one of the wrecks.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[So funny. Claire rolls her eyes, missing any gazing.]

Spanish gold? A crown? Perhaps some diamonds and rubies?

[unmoor]

Even better.

[ keep guessing. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

What? Tell me. I'll be here for years.

[She's just impatient.]

[unmoor]

Finest rum. More bottles than you could imagine.

I brought back as many as I could.

[ and needless to say, emptied a few on his way here. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Oh? [She makes a show of looking at him, left and right.]

And nothing for me. I see how it is, Captain.

[unmoor]

[ sorry. ]

Ah. They're still back on the ship.

[ and where the ship is... well he can't comment on that. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Terribly cruel of you.

[Not that she looks terribly upset, even offering him the fork.]

I probably shouldn't ask, should I?

[unmoor]

I'll bring you a bottle as soon as possible.

[ he takes the fork from her. ]

No, make it two.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'll share them with you. That way, you're only really parting with one. [Two halves!]

[unmoor]

[ just the kind of math he likes. ]

Rum is best when shared.

[ truly. cake too. he takes a big bite. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

And this company isn't the worst it could be. [When they're not getting sad about their lovers, living or dead.]

[unmoor]

Aye, I could think of worse.

[ the sweets aren't bad either. ]

And how is your mission going if I may ask? Have you grown more comfortable with the idea?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'm... better. [Never completely comfortable, but time is helping. Socializing is helping.]

It's easier.

[unmoor]

You'll be home in no time.

[ as a reassurance he puts the fork down to give her shoulder a gentle tap. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

What makes you think that?

[Fueling a city by holding hands. She should ask for the exchange rate.]

[unmoor]

Now that you've got the hang of it the rest will be a child's play. Fulfilling your contract and saving your husband is only a question of time.

[ no ulterior motives here, no sir. ]