Might have. [ His lips curl faintly, amused if only briefly. It does sound like something has messed with Quicksilver's mind, whether it's the sun, the ghosts or something else entirely. They may just find out soon. ]
Anyway, new arrival— what can you show me on the ship? And I expect I'll be put to work soon.
[ Let's just hope he's not a total disgrace as a sailor and can do something of use here. ]
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Anyway, new arrival— what can you show me on the ship? And I expect I'll be put to work soon.
[ Let's just hope he's not a total disgrace as a sailor and can do something of use here. ]