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betterthanaplan) wrote2019-09-01 05:24 pm
betterthanaplan) wrote2019-09-01 05:24 pm
Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday afternoon
So after yesterday's picnic, Duke had seriously considered raising anchor and just getting the hell back out of Fandom while the going was still good. Unfortunately, he still needed supplies and at least a little more socialization before he was ready to hit the seas again, and an island so small it didn't even show up on any maps was the best damn hiding spot he was going to get from the various and sundry people who either wanted to arrest or kill him.
He was definitely not going to teach a class at the high school though. Certainly not one about piracy. That was just -- people hadn't trusted him around kids when he was a kid. It was clearly nonsense.
Having spent the morning on various repairs and maintenance around his ship, he headed into town for groceries around noon, then set up his small grill on deck to make some lamb shashlik and vegetables. After a couple weeks of living on fish and jerky, kebabs were right up his alley.
[open! Duke's boat's deck is visible and easily accessible from land. Think of it like someone's front patio or driveway, only furnished with crates and random thrifted benches and things.]
He was definitely not going to teach a class at the high school though. Certainly not one about piracy. That was just -- people hadn't trusted him around kids when he was a kid. It was clearly nonsense.
Having spent the morning on various repairs and maintenance around his ship, he headed into town for groceries around noon, then set up his small grill on deck to make some lamb shashlik and vegetables. After a couple weeks of living on fish and jerky, kebabs were right up his alley.
[open! Duke's boat's deck is visible and easily accessible from land. Think of it like someone's front patio or driveway, only furnished with crates and random thrifted benches and things.]
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Jack looked at him and calmly said, "You don't want to know why. It's one of those things that makes most people throw up." She'd spent four years, from age five to nine, in a slave pit. With everything that entailed. She didn't use sentient labor for anything if she could do it herself.
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"Fair enough." Duke shrugged. No skin off his back. "Mental note: no rickshaws for Jack."
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"No rickshaws for me," Jack quirked half her mouth in a smirk, "Besides, I run faster than those fuckers any day of the week. Helps burn off the calories." She didn't really look like she needed to burn off any calories, whipcord over muscle. Squinted at the sky a second and then stood. Offered him a hand, "Good to meet you, Duke. Welcome to our little slice of insanity. I should head back and check to see if my favorite dumbass is coming home any time this century or if I gotta bounce out there and haul him back by the collar."
Kaidan was notoriously bad at email. Then again, so was she.
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Duke shook her hand with a smirk of his own. "You too, Jack. Thanks for the info. Good luck with the dumbass."
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That got a laugh out of her, "Takes more than luck most days of the week. See you around. Good luck with the moose." She waved a hand, heading down the gangplank and back toward town.
Really did want to be a fly on the all when Duke took on the moose. That would be an interesting conversation.