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...So. Think I’m gonna go out this afternoon. Probably grab dinner on the island. Anyone else wanna come?

I’ll leave shit in the galley, too, if you’d rather stay.

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I'm not going until you tell me what's wrong. And rest assured, I can wait all night.

...seriously?

Yep. I may even come find you and camp out in front of whatever door you have have locked yourself behind if that's what it takes. Now start talking.

...why?

Most of the time, when people tell someone to go away, they really just want someone to talk to you. You're around the same age as my little sister. I can practically feel your misery from over here and it's making the paint peel. Pick two.

Pick two what?

I don't need to talk.

Of the reasons. Never mind.

...You sure?

Oh. Right.

I've talked about this shit at length with like four different people for the last two months. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Fair enough.

You want to talk about something else, then?

Sure. Like what?

I don't know. Sharks? Metallurgy? The pope? Anything. How are you at poker?

I like sharks.

I'm okay at poker, I guess.

Yeah? I'm not a fan. Bad experience.

I can teach you how to be good at it.

...shark attack?

Cool. I'm in.

You'd totally fucking kill us all at strip poker, wouldn't you.

Yep.

Excellent. You have cards? I lost mine. ...I sort of lost everything of mine. Not that I had much.

Yes, I totally would.

...did you get bitten?

Yeah, I have cards.

Well then maybe we shouldn't play. At least not until after you teach me to play better.

No, but I lost my sword. And one of my shoes.

Hey, I'll teach you as long as you don't go spreading it around. Can't go revealing trade secrets to just anyone.

Aww so you don't have any scars?

Are you kidding? I would never tell. I want to beat them all at poker.

I have a couple. Unrelated to any shark incidents.

Atta girl. Where are you, anyway?

What from? And where?

...I'm supposed to be wallowing in self-loathing.

Practice fighting, mostly. One from a real fight, but that's mostly faded. I've got two that stand out - one on my side under my arm, and another one I'm not drunk enough to tell you about.

That's nice, querida. Where are you wallowing in self-loathing.

I'll get you to tell me the next time we drink together, then.

Oh, shut up and go dancing, Tulio.

Sounds fair.

I thought we'd already established I'm not going. Now tell me where you are so I can come teach you poker, because otherwise I'm going to have to look, and that would be inconvenient for everyone. I promise you can wallow in self-loathing and play cards at the same time.

...fine. I'm in the girls' room.

Thank you.

...Am I allowed in there? I kind of got the feeling Nami might bite my head off. Possibly literally.