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[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. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

And what of your own contract?

[She's not dumb. Claire rests her elbow agaibst the back of the couch.]

[unmoor]

It's going rather smoothly.

[ he has no problem with putting his body on the line and he has luckily met with people who are eager to help out. he pauses as if to continue but chooses to eat more cake instead. things could always go a little smoother. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I imagine the whole [she motions vaguely at him] dashing rogue thing doesn't hurt.

[Meanwhile, she's been called out more than once on being guarded. She's trying, really.]

It's just very... To save my husband, I need to be unfaithful. [Her hand rubs her neck. Not that she's never been with another while married, but.] I'm sure I'm not the only married person to agree to this, but I feel like I'm off on my own little island.

[unmoor]

It certainly doesn't.

[ he grins, very immodest. it's been a great help. apparently pirates enjoy some sort of a positive rep in modern times. thanks, jack sparrow, whoever you are. ]

Now that's a pickle I'm afraid I can't relate to, but I don't think things are as bad as they seem. Only the other day I saw someone writing on the network about similar problems. Being intimate with one person only and the like. [ he didn't pay the post much attention since he chooses not to wonder about those things anymore. it was different when he was with Milah. ] Perhaps you could put up a post similar to it and ask for advice? [ people seem to do that here all the time. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Another eyeroll and she leans over to take another raspberry with her thumb and index finger. Shameless man.]

I don't know how I feel broadcasting my business. It's a wonder I'm even talking to you about it.

[She lifts her eyebrows at him, trying to keep the mood light. Too serious and he scurries away, and Claire would rather he stay. It's nice, having someone to talk to, even if she could have probably found someone who isn't a pirate.]

[unmoor]

And I appreciate it.

[ it's been a relief, being able to open up to someone, but it's not something he'd admit out loud so he chooses to play a gentleman instead. she must have an idea what he's actually grateful for. ]

You could leave your name out of it, I'm sure. No one would know it's you.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She does. Talking about Milah is difficult for him, probably because he hasn't spoken much about his lost love despite wearing her name on his wrist.]

I said I'm sure I'm not the only married person here, not that I think there are many. I'm sure I'd be easy to single out.

[But he's trying to offer help, so she sighs.]

I know I just need to get over it, but it's difficult.

[unmoor]

Well.

[ a meaningful pause. ]

You do know you can always count on my help, love.

[ he finally crossed the line that hadn't been crossed in this particular relationship until now. usually flirting is where he starts. what he had with her was more of a friendship of sorts, one not to be ruined with stupid innuendos and such, but there's only so long he can refrain himself from doing it. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[And there it is. To say she hadn't been waiting for it would be a lie. What had she actually initiated here? A few hand holdings. A few outings. Brief touches. The one kiss she's had was not something she asked for, only allowed when offered.

She can't be here forever.]

Taking pity on me, Captain? [It's asked with a wry smile, after a pause maybe a moment too long while she considers.]

[unmoor]

[ it doesn't go unnoticed. ]

No, I think not. You could have anyone you wanted. I just think it's time you started.

[ his honest opinion whether she wanted it or not. ]