[Edward does not fall off the yard-arm, but it's a near thing. As it's winter, the tour groups have dwindled down to just a few of them a day, giving Edward time to nap in between tours on the ship. It's the parade-ground bark that startles him out of it, and he shakes his head and peers down at Shepard who is...]
Commander Shepard, next time you try a boarding action, you don't have to ask for permission. [God knows Edward sure didn't ask for permission when he was boarding merchant ships to rob them blind.] But certainly.
[Edward would come off a fearsome pirate captain, in that fine red coat and tricorner hat, except right now instead of the hat, he wears an MCR beanie, and the cozy scarf and mittens he's wearing aren't exactly historically accurate.]
If I wanted to attack you, Captain, you weren't exactly making yourself a difficult target.
[You are right out in the open, sir, and it would be very easy to shoot you right now— not that she's equipped, let alone inclined, to do so.]
Unless that's what does it for you! [She smirks, hands on hips. C'mon, buddy, you are a sight.] I can come back, but I was promised rum and I'm not that picky about how I get it.
If you wanted to attack me you'd have to catch me first.
[This is a very arrogant thing to say considering October has gotten him killed twice. But he clambers down the ropes with the ease of someone who's done it so many times that it's become second nature, with only a shiver as he lands on the deck, because god, it's bloody cold.]
Hold your bloody horses, woman, I'll get you the rum. Come with me to the captain's cabin, I hid a box full of it in there. [The captain's cabin door has a great big CREW MEMBERS ONLY sign on it, but Edward pushes it open to show Shepard: it's a fine cabin, but there's also more modern-day amenities in there.]
I got Internet and a radio installed a while back, for a trip to Europe. Crew would've mutinied otherwise, and anyway the radio's come in plenty useful.
oh no i thought i'd responded to this AGES ago, i'm so sorry
[Shepard is obscurely disappointed by the touch of modern day— but keeps it off her face with an iron-clad will. So what? It's ridiculous to, even privately, harbor romantic notions of time-traveling seventeenth-century pirates— this isn't a theme park, it's a... historical site?
Or something like it.]
I'd be more worried about the Coast Guard hauling you in for crossing the Atlantic without a radio, before the crew. [Not that she blames them, really, but there's problems, and then there's problems.] Nice place. Cozy.
I spent years avoiding the Spaniards and the Brits when I was younger, you couldn't hope to catch me.
[Said less with self-confidence and more as a simple fact. He shrugs as if to say well I'm not lying before he pulls out some chairs at the rather tiny table.]
Thanks. Used to have a lot more room than this, but then I moved all this stuff in. [Gesturing to the modern amenities.] I don't regret it, one ought to keep up with the times they find themselves in, but I used to have such a collection of weapons tucked away. [Now he bends down to pull a small crate out from where it's been very carefully hidden, and out come two bottles of 18th-century rum.]
And to be fair to myself, we didn't have a Coast Guard back in the day. That requires a United States that needs one, first. We used to just communicate by flags.
They still have 'em. Flags. [Ah, here is the target. Old fucking alcohol, emphasis on the fuck, as in fuck you up. The good, bad stuff.] You can't beat military engineering for durability, but there's always the day when every stupid thing imaginable happens.
[And on that day, it's better to be ready than right, and Shepard is always ready. Which is why, despite his easy surity, she still thinks she could catch him— but she doesn't argue, just shrugs.]
I'd like to hear about the old glory days, though. If you're offering.
[Were they real? Maybe. Were they going to be cool? Yeah, definitely.]
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Commander Shepard, next time you try a boarding action, you don't have to ask for permission. [God knows Edward sure didn't ask for permission when he was boarding merchant ships to rob them blind.] But certainly.
[Edward would come off a fearsome pirate captain, in that fine red coat and tricorner hat, except right now instead of the hat, he wears an MCR beanie, and the cozy scarf and mittens he's wearing aren't exactly historically accurate.]
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[You are right out in the open, sir, and it would be very easy to shoot you right now— not that she's equipped, let alone inclined, to do so.]
Unless that's what does it for you! [She smirks, hands on hips. C'mon, buddy, you are a sight.] I can come back, but I was promised rum and I'm not that picky about how I get it.
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[This is a very arrogant thing to say considering October has gotten him killed twice. But he clambers down the ropes with the ease of someone who's done it so many times that it's become second nature, with only a shiver as he lands on the deck, because god, it's bloody cold.]
Hold your bloody horses, woman, I'll get you the rum. Come with me to the captain's cabin, I hid a box full of it in there. [The captain's cabin door has a great big CREW MEMBERS ONLY sign on it, but Edward pushes it open to show Shepard: it's a fine cabin, but there's also more modern-day amenities in there.]
I got Internet and a radio installed a while back, for a trip to Europe. Crew would've mutinied otherwise, and anyway the radio's come in plenty useful.
oh no i thought i'd responded to this AGES ago, i'm so sorry
[Shepard is obscurely disappointed by the touch of modern day— but keeps it off her face with an iron-clad will. So what? It's ridiculous to, even privately, harbor romantic notions of time-traveling seventeenth-century pirates— this isn't a theme park, it's a... historical site?
Or something like it.]
I'd be more worried about the Coast Guard hauling you in for crossing the Atlantic without a radio, before the crew. [Not that she blames them, really, but there's problems, and then there's problems.] Nice place. Cozy.
it ok!!
[Said less with self-confidence and more as a simple fact. He shrugs as if to say well I'm not lying before he pulls out some chairs at the rather tiny table.]
Thanks. Used to have a lot more room than this, but then I moved all this stuff in. [Gesturing to the modern amenities.] I don't regret it, one ought to keep up with the times they find themselves in, but I used to have such a collection of weapons tucked away. [Now he bends down to pull a small crate out from where it's been very carefully hidden, and out come two bottles of 18th-century rum.]
And to be fair to myself, we didn't have a Coast Guard back in the day. That requires a United States that needs one, first. We used to just communicate by flags.
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[And on that day, it's better to be ready than right, and Shepard is always ready. Which is why, despite his easy surity, she still thinks she could catch him— but she doesn't argue, just shrugs.]
I'd like to hear about the old glory days, though. If you're offering.
[Were they real? Maybe. Were they going to be cool? Yeah, definitely.]