catching a (metaphorical) swell with: @riprachel
"it's a strip of land. a bunch of sand. they don't own---" udyati swallows audibly. she doesn't swear. not even when it's warranted. "---they don't own a single thing."
she's here because she's going to assist that ragtag group. the pogues, they call themselves. as in the tiny little fishes used to catch big ones. something like that. it's what pope told her, anyway.
"they're all just spoiled rotten and that rot has taken hold. it has festered. stained their souls. starting all of this because someone took someone else's wave? as if there won't be fifty thousand more of those within the next ten minutes?!"
forgive the near-hysteria, rachel.
you have to go! we'll hold them off! we'll hold her off for as long as we can! go!
puppets do not weep. they're just do as they're told.
"did their parents not teach them anything?! did they not teach them to respect the sanctity of life?!" death and life are explicitly linked, certainly, but bringing it about just because never sat right with her.
"anyway," udyati clears her throat, sniffs and wipes at her eyes. "this whole pirate thing doesn't make a lick of sense. if that old man says that he's directly descended from the guy that killed blackbeard and his wife, then where does robert maynard come in?"
