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[What greets the feed is a pair of frowning blue eyes and the sounds of buttons being hit on the console, along with the mutterings of a Welsh-accented voice.]

Is this blasted device going to function...? Might be a kick or two will sort it out--

[Thankfully, before he resorts to that, the man realises he's done something correctly and the feed is displaying. He draws back, revealing a tanned, weather-beaten and scarred face, and a nose that looks like it's been mashed in at least once, all framed by a mess of blond hair. The man seems cheery enough, at least, despite his potentially fierce appearance.] Ah-- Ahoy, lads and ladies. Seems I'm a new addition to this little turtle-backed voyage. Name's Edward.

[He almost considered giving a false name, but really, who would recognise him in this place? And even if they did, they'd pose no threat to him, alone and without allies here. In any case...]

This wouldn't be the first time I've been whisked away by some Emperor or another, but I've little reason to bend the knee to this one. [He smiles, mirthlessly.] To business, then. I'd be much obliged if one of you charming bunch could introduce yourselves, and tell me where the best place is to knock back a drink.

[Priorities. So in order.]

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[Edward raises his eyebrows, evidently having no idea what that means and deciding the better of asking. Other worlds. They're weird.]

Aye, so it seems. Well, we've a title in common -- I captain a handsome little craft named the Jackdaw.

[Like the bird? Hell, Jim can respect the underdog in any scenario, he grins.]

Like the name. Brig? Schooner? Fluet?

[Actual history nerd Jim Kirk.]

[Finally, someone who appreciates the name!]

A brig. She's testy in strong wind, but otherwise, she's never steered wrong.

[Which reminds him...Please don't mind the change in topic, bro, it's just how he rolls.]

You got any experience building or repairing -- ehhh, I'd call it a boat-sized-ship? I've been working on building something small for a friend, but I've only got about half the experience I need.

[Speculatively,]

I could probably pay for the help.

[Because money means exactly nothing to someone born and raised in his day and age. It's so archaic! Unnecessary! And covered in germs!! Well, that last one is really more the province of his chief CMO but he's certain that'd be his complaint one way or the other.]

[Edward almost declines the offer... Almost, until payment is thrown in.]

I'm no carpenter or shipbuilder, if that's what you're asking, but I can fix up a ship that needs doing. How much are you offering to "probably" pay me?

[He might be able to guess from Edward's tone of voice that probably isn't good enough. If he doesn't benefit from this, no deal.]

[Jim shrugs.]

Take a look at what needs doing and toss me a price? I'm not picky.

[Huh. That took surprisingly less needling than he thought.]

That seems a fair arrangement. Where's this boat of yours, then?

[Pray never find yourself in the world of Star Trek, Edward. You'd go nuts with their anti-monetary ways.]

Got a dry-dock set up for it, inland. A friend of mine can carry it once it's done, no problems there.

When're you free?

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