[All Rosinante spares the man is a glance back over his shoulder to confirm that at least the melons are in good shape still. What? Wouldn't want to harm the guy's livelihood. Content that nobody was actually hurt, he shrugs and has a long draw of that cigarette he's been so desperately craving for far too long.]
Hell of a name. But I can see that it lives up to it.
[A place like this will have undercover Marine activity and he'll have to keep an eye out. The moment they realize he's still alive - no, alive again - is the moment he becomes one of the sea's most wanted. Then again, this is the New World and the Marines don't have the grip on it that they wish they did, unless that's changed in the last thirteen years.
Not a place she remembers, though? That's sort of an odd thing to say.]
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Hell of a name. But I can see that it lives up to it.
[A place like this will have undercover Marine activity and he'll have to keep an eye out. The moment they realize he's still alive - no, alive again - is the moment he becomes one of the sea's most wanted. Then again, this is the New World and the Marines don't have the grip on it that they wish they did, unless that's changed in the last thirteen years.
Not a place she remembers, though? That's sort of an odd thing to say.]
Where's home? If you don't mind me asking.