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[dishonests]

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[prettier]

That's an easy deal, from a pirate.

Right. So, just letting you know. Try not to leave your pants on the floor. Jem's brother's probably dropping by, too.

[dishonests]

You might say I'm in a charitable mood. It's Christmas, after all.

Where am I meant to leave them, then?

[prettier]

As long as it's not a puritanical one.

You have got a room of your own. It's that one on the left of the corridor, gathering dust.

[dishonests]

Christ, no. Banish the thought.

Oh, that's right. [ as if he'd forgotten. ] I'll be reacquainting myself with it on Christmas Eve, as I guess.

[prettier]

I guess. Or Friday.

[dishonests]

Friday, then. How long will he be staying?

[prettier]

Just Christmas Eve, I think. We're staying at the farm Christmas. You and me could do something for boxing day, if you can see straight by then.

But Friday I thought I'd sleep at yours.

[dishonests]

[ he's about to ask when boxing day is, since that'll determine whether or not he will, in fact, be able to see straight by then, but. ]

What, in my room?

[prettier]

Why, have you got somewhere else?

[dishonests]

Nay, just the one.

Is this because you're wishing to keep your bedclothes clean for when the doctor arrives?

[prettier]

It wasn't.

Though I should probably wash them, I suppose...

[dishonests]

I shouldn't doubt it. Can't imagine as he'd appreciate them being already dirty.

[prettier]

You haven't complained.

Anyway, just thought I'd see what the view's like across the hall.

[dishonests]

Where I'm from, the bedclothes are always dirty.

But the view's nice, I suppose. Might even be worth seeing for yourself. And more, the bedclothes have scarce been used, so they're like to be cleaner than yours.

[prettier]

Yeah well, look who's rubbing off on them. Probably literally, I hear it's lonely out at sea.

I think you've forgotten the whole sailing bit, though. You're more of a farmhand than a pirate, now.

[dishonests]

Aye, that's because there be far more to do on land than sea around here. I've sailed the waters a dozen times or so and explored as far as I dare go.

Unless, of course, you wish me to sail so far that I disappear again.

[prettier]

Isn't there always more to do on land?

And no. Not today, anyway. You could take me out again, though.

[dishonests]

Whence I come from, the opposite was true. On land, the common man were a prisoner, but at sea, he could be free to do as he pleased.

Besides, the Frasers pay handsomely, in coin and in meals.

[ there's a few seconds' delay. ]

Are you wanting to go out again?

[prettier]

Yeah, until he gets caught and hung for it, from what you've told me.

We could do.

If you think you can keep us occupied.

[dishonests]

There's truth in that. Better to die by the noose than live under the yoke, I say.

Oh, never fear, I'll keep you occupied. Sailing's no easy work. [ kidding... mostly. ]

[prettier]

I'll take living. Both options sound like bondage kinks to me.

Maybe I should pick the boat. Something with an engine.

[dishonests]

That's not proper sailing.

[prettier]

Might not mind if we just floated for a bit.

[dishonests]

Aye, we could do that. Sure I am we could think of something to occupy ourselves.