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[dishonests]

☏ call. ≔ text. 💻 video. ✘ action.

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[prettier]

Well, obviously.

Didn't get you a threesome for christmas, though. Maybe next year.

[dishonests]

I'm sure the shark wouldn't be opposed, should you decide otherwise.

[prettier]

Cass.

If I find that thing sticky...

[dishonests]

It's mine now. Aren't I free to do with it what I please?

[prettier]

No.

Don't know.

Do they have an RSPCA for fish?

Really, though. You can do better. If I'd known you were a furry I'd have got someone in a costume in.

[dishonests]

I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.

But content yourself to know the shark be unmolested, and is sure to stay that way.

[prettier]

Cass?

[dishonests]

Aye?

[prettier]

If you'd asked for something - like if there was a fat bloke at the North Pole who could give you anything you wanted, so long as you sent him a list, what would it have been?

Alcohol doesn't count.

[dishonests]

Back home, I might've asked for a few things. Gold, for one. Vast amounts of it for me and my crew, so we could go off the account.

[prettier]

Well, that's back home. And it doesn't count. You have to want something for you, just because it would make you happy.

[dishonests]

Vast amounts of gold would make me very happy.

But, as you will. Something here, then?

[prettier]

The problem with having money is having to do things with it. Once you're past a certain point on the rich list it just looks like too much fucking effort.

Something here.

[dishonests]

Perhaps, but it's an effort I'd not mind making.

A ship would be nice, if we be speaking of material things. A proper ship, not the shiny ones they have here, what make such a noise as could wake the dead.

[prettier]

What would you do with the gold if you could only have it here?

And I thought you said the sea here got dull. Though you don't have to worry too much about engine noises: all the dead here are already awake.

[dishonests]

Rent a room in your bloody mansion, to start.

Aye, but a decent ship to sail it would make it less so. I might ask for my crew, as well, if I could.

[prettier]

Jesus will this dead horse ever get a break. You can have mine if you want it, I hardly use it anymore.

Then you'd just go and live out there with them, though. You'd be in your captain's quarters, and I'd never see you. That would be a shit present.

[dishonests]

Keep your room, you puppy. Can't imagine what I'd do with it.

Well, you can't easily live on a ship, not for more than a week or so. Besides which, if I was to choose between a hammock and a proper bed, I'd take the bed.

[prettier]

Same thing I did, I suppose. Get high and get fucked. But fine, you can always come over if you want to use the pool.

Since when am I a puppy?

And a captain sleeps in a hammock? You can't have a very posh ship.

[dishonests]

Is that what the room were for? Now, the pool, that's awful generous of you. I'll consider the offer.

And you been a puppy since as long as I known you.

Aye, on a ship of the Brotherhood, the captain's no better than the rest of the crew. So he sleeps like the rest of the crew.

[prettier]

Pretty much. You'd know if I'd been in it for the swimming, my hair goes green.

No I haven't.

Bloody hell. What's the point of being Captain, then?

[dishonests]

[ that doesn't sound like a good look on you, freddie. ]

Aye, you have, by my reckoning.

The point is to lead the crew as best you can and pray they don't ever wish to depose you, or worse.

[prettier]

Is this because of that time I left bitemarks. I thought you liked that.

But you can't do that from under a duvet?

[dishonests]

I've no objection to those. Suppose you might be a puppy in more than one sense of the word.

Nay, not so long as you're the only one with a duvet.

[prettier]

And what's the sense you mean?

I don't see why you can't be commanding from under mine.