I don't even understand why you're offering me help. You don't owe me anything, stop saying that. If I say yes, will you stop pestering me?

... No. And it was the right thing to do, Will. ..... Damn you. Fine. I'll take that nap.

Good thing you aren't me, eh? Lead the way, Turn- Will.

Blinks. Blinks again. "Theodore?" @BROK3NLOYALTY

Ah, yes, terribly dangerous. Just like you are now. ( Rolls his eyes. A tiny smile forms, briefly. ) I'm not going to wear your clothes. You dress ridiculously.

You're calling Sparrow notorious? Please. You look ridiculous. Especially that hat of yours.

ㅤ ㅤ

Mind if he joins? He's got rum.

Good. James sits, nudging his shoulder to Theo's. "Are you alright?"

"You don't know how to shut it off, huh? I get that," he opens the bottle, offering it to Theo.

|| I KNEW IT

"... No one. We both know that."

"... I'm fine, though."

"Quite alright," a smile forms when she presses a kiss to his cheek. He's very lucky to have her. "Of course I have." Ahem.

"Of course not. You're my friend."

"And I appreciate your concern, Elizabeth," he groans. He can't lie. Not to her. "Maaaay have gotten myself in the odd fight. Or two. Or five."

Catching it with his mouth.

"Of course you are!" He scoffs. "... Sorry about that. But, you know, maybe I'll want to join again."

"You're a great Captain."