[It's kind of a relief to have someone to look after again, it's just weird that the someone is a version of himself. But he decides to think of it as an opportunity to be the older brother, in a mentor sort of way if not actual age. There is so much about this double of his he still doesn't know and is hesitant to bring up. He must have had a similarly dark childhood, if his voice left and never returned. Maybe he had it worse.
He flips his sunglasses back down over his eyes, and starts off down the beach. There's always interesting junk left behind by the changing tides and here in the New World - which is where he suspects they are, anyway - the wild currents and storms carry treasures from so many shipwrecks. Pretty quickly he snatches up a battered but usable wooden crate and starts using it to tote other finds - edible seaweed, a long but fraying rope, a long wooden pole that might have been the handle of some swabbie's mop or broom. Hell, with that and the knife he just has to strip some bark off the tangled, vine-like trees that cascade to the edge of the sand around here and he's got himself a makeshift spear. After traveling for months on limited supplies, he and Law got good at scavenging. It's kind of fun.]
So... Where did you grow up?
[He asks casually, as if that was ever a casual question, but he needs to know.]
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Date: 2019-02-22 04:13 am (UTC)He flips his sunglasses back down over his eyes, and starts off down the beach. There's always interesting junk left behind by the changing tides and here in the New World - which is where he suspects they are, anyway - the wild currents and storms carry treasures from so many shipwrecks. Pretty quickly he snatches up a battered but usable wooden crate and starts using it to tote other finds - edible seaweed, a long but fraying rope, a long wooden pole that might have been the handle of some swabbie's mop or broom. Hell, with that and the knife he just has to strip some bark off the tangled, vine-like trees that cascade to the edge of the sand around here and he's got himself a makeshift spear. After traveling for months on limited supplies, he and Law got good at scavenging. It's kind of fun.]
So... Where did you grow up?
[He asks casually, as if that was ever a casual question, but he needs to know.]