Date: 2019-03-08 04:51 pm (UTC)
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)
From: [personal profile] callada
Oh, you're not far, I think. Not that distance and time mean the same thing in the New World. Okay. Sit tight and I'll arrange something. Try not to, uh. Well, no, if you get suddenly thrown to some new island just let me know as soon as you can. We can't control that.

[But by hopping on board an aerial equivalent of a party cruise ship docked at Grandeur that seems to be going the right way, and then making his way across the sea on a few other trade ships, he should be able to get there. It takes a couple of days. Nothing about moving with intent is fast, not like accidentally being flung from place to place. He keeps Law updated the whole way, though.

And so days later he finally disembarks on the shore of the island those coordinates ought to have come from. Hopefully. He's tired, he's so tired after all of the running around he's had to suffer through ever since he somehow came back to life and finally it feels like there's a chance he might get to rest. One more time, he pulls out the phone and sends a text.]


I'm here. At the port. Where are you?
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