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[chaz]

Charles Vane

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[calicoat]

1591, from a place called Ryukyu. Islands, near China. He was a captain back home, too, and he's got an eye for fine fabrics.

[ All the important stuff. ]

[chaz]

[wow, that 1591 hits different. he's used to them being some of the oldest folks around here.]

Sounds like a man after your own heart. Now he's landlocked with the rest of us.

[calicoat]

[ It's a relief. He only knows a couple people from times older than theirs, and the Chevalier is a dead man if he gets anywhere near him, so there's no time to revel in it. ]

Oh, don't get jealous on me. It's refreshing, I think. I know Flint had a man from those parts on his crew, didn't know there were a lot of them, though.

[chaz]

Jealous of what? You sharing your fancy coats with someone?

[come back after you've let him fuck you and then see how jealous he gets.]

Or maybe that he's made such an impression on you so quickly.

[calicoat]

Wouldn't fit him. He's shorter, stockier. If you want to try them on, you could just ask, Charles.

[ He's not gonna let him fuck him good God Charles!!! That's for Romance Route Only, thank you... ]

What impression do you think that is?

[chaz]

Enough of one that you felt the need to tell me about it.

[that's not a criticism! just an observation!]

Don't huff at me. Glad you're making friends.

[calicoat]

I thought more sailors would be of interest. [ grumpy ass... ] Men with things in common that weren't born with these damn phones in their hands.

Wouldn't hurt you to do the same.

[chaz]

It would be, if we could sail.

[y'all got to go out and actively have your dreams shattered. vane didn't even get the catharsis of a dramatic death at sea like he always wanted.

besides, everybody knows there's a difference between a man who sails and a proper pirate.]

I'll greet him if I see him. Happy?

[calicoat]

[ The dramatic death at sea wasn't all it was hyped up to be... ]

You can socialize for other reasons, for heaven's sake. Plant seeds, make allies, you make the next plot easier, whatever it is.

[ Scheming 101, pls. ]

[chaz]

[there's a moderately frustrated sigh on the other end. allies, plots, schemes, those have never been his wheelhouse. he can handle the problem that's in front of him; jack was the one building the safety net. but he can't rely on jack for that anymore, can he?]

Not everybody has the knack for it you do, Jack.

[calicoat]

[ It's true, he can't spend all his time running interference on his behalf anymore. But maybe a nudge, at least help him acclimate. ]

Go around shirtless, you'll have takers lined up.

[chaz]

Really fucking funny.

You worry about yours, I'll worry about mine.

[calicoat]

I'm not being funny. Christ, you're sensitive today.

[chaz]

[if there was a chance he might have clarified his reluctance to indulge the idea of making friends, shirtless or otherwise, it evaporates as soon as jack accuses him of being sensitive about it. something heavy falls over and breaks.]

Fuck you, Jack.

[then he hangs up.]