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[Well this sure is a video post. It opens on Kidd, who's looking rather casually bored, dressed up in all the stolen finery one might expect of a pirate. His accent is vaguely British-y, and his tone is casually bored.]

I've heard tell this turtle of ours stops off at locations along the course of its journey. And these shores— would anyone say they at all resemble the Caribbean? Nassau, perhaps?

[He assumes otherwise, but it never hurts to ferret out little bits of information. If nothing else, mention of Nassau might weed out any who know the region and what it stands for. Stood for. He cocks his head to one side, there's maybe a hint of something predatory to his expression.]

I find it curious, aye, to be plain, that we can be so long at sea without fear of outside attack. Pirates, and the like. This place is grand enough, but hardly impregnable. Has anyone considered proper fortifications for it t'all? A blockade, perhaps, or cannons? Or something a sight more modern, I understand there's all manner of things not common to my era.

Thanks be to you, listeners.

[A casual salute, and cut feed.]

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If it's my life story you're after, Miss, it'll cost you a drink. I'm not like to spill it here.

[Technology is awful and it should feel awful, the end.]

[She's about to reject it; she doesn't have time to listen to sob stories, but the man's rough. He could go in places Monet has no access. Such an agent could be useful to her.]

I have wine, Monsieur, and a sharp ear.

I'd be glad to indulge the one, and indulge in the other. At your convenience, then.

[See, that's what Monet calls 'a little too eager' (that, and she's not a trusting person by nature). She smiles.]

When you've settled in, that'd be a good time?

[It's probably what she should call 'pirate'.]

Very well. A week hence should be adequate, all things considered.

[Technically, Kidd's settled now. He's been in Keeliai for nearly two weeks. But it'll give him a greater opportunity to gather information, first.]

[She sends a location ping under an encryption.]

Very well. À bientôt.

[And Monet, for her troubles, gets a firm nod and a disconnect.]