I suppose if I'm to believe that this place exists, I have to believe that they're able to figure out ways to feed us. No one can fuck if they're dying of starvation.
Believe me, I understand. I don't much like it either but asking questions has proven futile as well. No one has any answers that will make this any better.
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I'm having a grand old time here, as you can imagine.
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I'll have a look at your boat.
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Why would Daphne want to? I was under the impression that you two were close.
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Don't piss her off.
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I mentioned that to her and she laughed.
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[ He says, while there is an actual cannibal living in his apartment, unbeknownst to him. ]
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[ Jopson does. No idea if he would have mentioned him, back when the two were on speaking terms. ]
Cornelius Hickey. Fellow sailor.
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And the sea spirit woman.
We're halfway to manning a longboat.
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( he hasn't met ephemera but he knows gilia. )
Gilia would probably be a better sailor than all of us from what I know of her.
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[ And from there, radio silence, regardless of whatever else Billy's got to say about her. Several hours and even more drinks later: ]
glorious day marvelous news etcetera etcetera
another one
Charles Vane's popped in
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