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[devoutish]

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[furgood]

I'll gladly bow to your prowess if yippy can manage it. I give you fifty fifty odds of hitting a breaker wrong and flipping the boat.

I know it's a typo/autocorrect but I'm lol'ing at "yippy" I'm sorry

[devoutish]

What is a breaker?

[Better rethink those generous odds, Meulin.]

You wouldn't believe how often i have to change that back

[furgood]

[She bites her lip. Trying not to laugh at you Alfie] The waves closer to shore? The ones that like to crash on you if you're too close to the beach.

ffffff

[devoutish]

Ah, well, you should've said waves, then, shouldn't you.

[furgood]

It's a term, you know. Or I guess you didn't know. You're not winning any seafarer points here.

[devoutish]

We never called 'em breakers when we visited the shore, we just called 'em big fuck-off waves that are making their way towards our heads.

[furgood]

Well, yes they're that too. You have to sail into them, not at an angle. Sort of like how you should dive into them.

[devoutish]

Mm. Would that be why my brother was pulled under once, because he didn't dive in at an angle? Hit his head on a rock, that time.

[furgood]

Or it could have had weird currents. I couldn't tell you why unless I was there. But I'm sorry he hit his head. Never pleasant to have something happen when you're tumbling.

[devoutish]

Ah, he was young; he came back from it. Ten, I think.

[furgood]

You can come back from a lot when you're young. But I bet it was scary. I know some things like that can scare off people from swimming entirely.

[devoutish]

He still takes his kids to the sea.

[Alfie flashes her a grin.]

Holds tight to them when they're little.

[furgood]

As one should. [Little smile] I don't blame him. I held onto Taria for ages when she was little and I was only seven years older than her. Probably not old enough to teach my sister to swim now that I think about...

[devoutish]

Taria.

[He murmurs.]

She's an artist, yeah?

[furgood]

Yes, she's an artist.

[She looks away, hanging onto his arm and bobbing her head to and fro.]

I was teaching her how to swim when she was only four. Before that she used to draw in the sand while I fished.

[devoutish]

Talking about her - does that help the missing, or does it make it worse?

[furgood]

[Tiny smile ] Both? Neither.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Missing family, that's a complicated thing.

[furgood]

I know she's probably fine but she doesn't know I'm fine which is the real problem.

[devoutish]

She doesn't know that you're gone at all. Isn't that how this works?

[furgood]

I haven't seen her in months. And last she heard I was kidnapped by rebels. Presumed dead.

[devoutish]

[He winces. That's... a different story.]

I don't suppose Zephyr can get a letter to her?

[furgood]

She's in Panem... If Zephyr could do that, they could send me home I imagine

[devoutish]

Not necessarily. Zephyr delivers letters between Royce and his wife, but he cannot bring her here. Now--

[He rubs thoughtfully at his beard.]

She is in one of the other god worlds. That may make a difference.

[furgood]

I suspect it'd different. You can't send messages too Norfinbury right? Why would Panem be different?