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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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[Kidd chuckles.]

So what do you know of history, then?

[Snaky way of getting information about the future? You bet. Sorry, #Assassinmorals.]

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[like she cares about the sneaky history update! She just squints as she tries to think back to her weak history lessons. The events were pretty simple]

British colonies, Boston Tea Party, Revolution, and then America became its own country. Then there was a civil war. Then a bigger world war, followed by a bigger world war, and then we went to space, annnnd then the world went to shit.

In a nutshell, that's, what, 200 years of history? Maybe 300?

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[It's all things for which Kidd has no frame of reference, but he marks them down regardless. Being ignorant is a state in which you find yourself by choice, mostlike, and it's never somewhere he's been comfortable to rest for long. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. It's by questioning the world around you that you come to the foundation of the words, the roots from which they grew, twisted.]

And your time, lass. What's it like? And how's it differ from my own?