Lauralae, [ he repeats with a nod, as if to tell her that her name matters, and that he's committing it to memory. ]
I'm John Silver. [ he doesn't expect her to recognise the name; that of flint, yes, because the name of pirate captain flint is known far and wide outside of the waters around nassau, is likely whispered not only in the cities of the colonies but also in england — but the name of his quartermaster is not (yet) quite so well known.
there's a surprised laugh he lets out as she tells him he was heavy; but the laugh twists into a half-smile at the mention of his leg. ]
Seems to me I'm the one who should be sorry, for causing you all this trouble. And don't worry about my leg. I'll fashion a crutch out of something, and that'll do.
[ Lauralae says it with an edge of something sharp, like she doesn't want this but respects the need for it, that he is in her house, and therefore she is required to know who he is, what kind of creature he makes himself into. The name is foreign to her, but she expects that; it is rare that she knows anyone, no matter how famous they are elsewhere.
Stepping around, she pushes the water towards him before she begins to pick some herbs off her wall, gloved hand pinching them as she speaks. ]
You did not choose to drown, no more than you chose to arrive on the beach.
[ Her eyes flick back over to him. ]
Unless it was intentional, in which case you have been an inconvenience to us both.
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I'm John Silver. [ he doesn't expect her to recognise the name; that of flint, yes, because the name of pirate captain flint is known far and wide outside of the waters around nassau, is likely whispered not only in the cities of the colonies but also in england — but the name of his quartermaster is not (yet) quite so well known.
there's a surprised laugh he lets out as she tells him he was heavy; but the laugh twists into a half-smile at the mention of his leg. ]
Seems to me I'm the one who should be sorry, for causing you all this trouble. And don't worry about my leg. I'll fashion a crutch out of something, and that'll do.
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[ Lauralae says it with an edge of something sharp, like she doesn't want this but respects the need for it, that he is in her house, and therefore she is required to know who he is, what kind of creature he makes himself into. The name is foreign to her, but she expects that; it is rare that she knows anyone, no matter how famous they are elsewhere.
Stepping around, she pushes the water towards him before she begins to pick some herbs off her wall, gloved hand pinching them as she speaks. ]
You did not choose to drown, no more than you chose to arrive on the beach.
[ Her eyes flick back over to him. ]
Unless it was intentional, in which case you have been an inconvenience to us both.