Ah, but Zheng Yi Sao did. I think she's after you time, but not only was she extremely successful as a pirate, but she got to retire and lived well into her 60's.
[Check it out, he did actually pay attention to Zhongli's Chinese history class.
But to focus on the story at hand.]
... I like to think Every got away, maybe traveled to some unknown lands and made a go of it there. That'd be a good ending to his story.
I've heard about her. That "ghost" fellow on the network brought her up while we were talking. Apparently she ran a gambling den long after she retired from piracy. I looked her up afterward and she's long after my time—my own children would be long grown, by the time she was born.
[Wikipedia, he does love you and how fast you load on his phone.]
That's what I used to think, and enough of the pirates I knew years ago used to swear they'd seen Every walking around somewhere. Exactly where tended to vary: one of the powder monkeys swore blind that he'd spotted Every in a gambling house in Kingston while the cook drunkenly confessed he'd met the man when he was eight in England.
Now, I'm not sure. The stories of the pirates I knew, the ones I drank with and fought alongside—none of them ended well. Now I wonder if a rogue wave hadn't caught him unawares.
...I'm bringing the mood down, aren't I? I like your ending better.
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[Check it out, he did actually pay attention to Zhongli's Chinese history class.
But to focus on the story at hand.]
... I like to think Every got away, maybe traveled to some unknown lands and made a go of it there. That'd be a good ending to his story.
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[Wikipedia, he does love you and how fast you load on his phone.]
That's what I used to think, and enough of the pirates I knew years ago used to swear they'd seen Every walking around somewhere. Exactly where tended to vary: one of the powder monkeys swore blind that he'd spotted Every in a gambling house in Kingston while the cook drunkenly confessed he'd met the man when he was eight in England.
Now, I'm not sure. The stories of the pirates I knew, the ones I drank with and fought alongside—none of them ended well. Now I wonder if a rogue wave hadn't caught him unawares.
...I'm bringing the mood down, aren't I? I like your ending better.
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He borrows Jun's phone for a minute.]
Hey, this is Mikleo. As much as Jun loves storytime, he really needs to get some rest. Magical healing only does so much.
If you need anything from us, you can message me and I'll take care of it.
... Thanks again for taking us in. I'm sorry for the trouble.
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No trouble at all, mate. Let me know if there’s anything more I can do for either of you and I’ll do my best.
If Jun tries to come back to the Jackdaw to clean up his own blood, don’t let him. I can clean the deck.
[Right after he kills Teresa.]