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[A blond, pony-tailed man with discerning blue eyes peers into the camera, pausing momentarily as though he expected something significant to happen. And then he raises his eyebrows and quirks one side of his mouth in a facial shrug, apparently deciding to move on despite the lack of it.]

I suppose this is more efficient than quill and ink, but it lacks a certain panache, wouldn't you say? [Being that Westley's not quite certain who he's addressing, best to presume there's someone or another there.]

So, here we are. Not that I can particularly identify who "we" are other than myself, nor am I especially well-versed in where "here" is, but thus the point of my inquiry. [A small, thin smile at his humor, which somehow manages to come off as less self-congratulatory and more charming.] Perhaps someone might be so kind as to share whatever they feel is relevant to a relative newcomer.

Oh, and I nearly forgot.

[He didn't, but best to come off casual about this specific area.]

If anyone can point me toward a blacksmith, that would be quite helpful.

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[James, personally, is a big supporter of the "everyone's dead," theory, and that this is some sort of ridiculous afterlife. The point being, he was still brought here without his consent.

He might explain that. If Westley weren't being such a rude little prig.]

I suppose you were fully informed and consulted before being hauled off here, then. My mistake.

[Oh, come now. If he wanted to be rude there's a fine plethora of better words he could use.]

I rarely find permission is asked for any of life's twists and turns. So long as one keep on their toes, there's nothing that can't be at the very least made tolerable, eventually.

[He sounds confident, doesn't he? Even Westley isn't sure how much of that is simply bravado anymore.]

[James has found one can often be rude without being crass at all, if one is clever. And Westley seems to have cleverness in abundance.

Clever, confident pirates. Is there a worse kind?]

Made tolerable. [He gives a dark chuckle.] Then here's the short of it, sir. The turtle on whom we depend for sustenance is sickened and dying, a state for which the Kedan have largely chosen to blame the recent transplants.

[More or less. Look, if he wants the details he can speak to a historian.]

[Oh, but there is a worse kind. They could also be good at everything.]

Ah, we reach the proverbial impasse. I suppose it's too simple to hope that we could take to the seas and find safe harbor elsewhere? [Of course there's more than one selfish thought behind the question, but that aside.]

[Ugh sassy pirates who are good at everything. ANYTHING BUT THAT.]

As a matter of fact, something of that nature may be in the works.

[Don't even think about it, Westley, that is his ship and you are not about to go commandeering it or whatever you pirates call it these days.]

[That his face can be clearly seen is the only thing that keeps Westley from a slow-forming, impish smile. If there's a sea-worthy vessel here, he'll find it and make himself Her captain.]

Is that so? How very resourceful.

[No. No he will not. Sir, contain yourself and refrain from exactly these sorts of shenanigans, thank you very much.]

Indeed.

[Nonsense, where's your sense of adventure?]

And I suppose you've already taken steps toward navigation despite the utterly unknown coordinates at which we find ourselves. [That's actually a question. Brag about your genius please, while also telling Westley how to navigate here in Shangri-La.]

[Wrecked. By people like you.]

I suppose I have.

[Like hell is he sharing that information. If he's learned one thing in dealing with Sparrow, it's not to make bargains on incomplete information.]

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slowness fail ;;; my apologies!

don't worry about it, I was on hiatus!

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