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WHY DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY SNEEZE SO GOD DAMN BADLY?
My men ain’t sacrifices. My men are warriors, wanting to protect their homes, their families. They head into battle with their heads held high and courage in their hearts.
I ain’t saying Mouri’s men don’t do the same. Chugoku is their home after all.
Mouri will kill an innocent man, even if they didn’t deserve it, even if they weren’t defending themselves. It’s heartless.
I doubt my pesterin’ really affects his behavior. Besides, I only do it for fun.
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That’s an interesting question, I gotta say.
If things were different between us both, it’d definitely be a possibility. We are neighbors after all. I think bein’ his friend would change things.
Though I gotta admit, I love pesterin’ the bugger. His reactions are always the best.
“The pleasure’s mine, Captain.” She smiled and nodded her head slightly as they exchanged a firm handshake.
“Where I’m from…you know that has a great many answers, Captain.” She winked, “But I was pulled right off my ship at port in the city of Kirkwall.” She pondered back trying to remember what she was doing right before she arrived. “I was ready to shove off tomorrow…oh bugger, I hope my crew doesn’t run off with my ship.” She sighed and rubbed a hand over her forehead.
“What about you? Where did she take you from?”
He listened attentively, quite interested in the woman’s tale. It wasn’t every day he encountered a female pirate, let alone a female captain, and for that, she had his utmost respect.
“I ain’t familiar with yer’ crew, but ya’ needn’t worry. You can’t have a crew without a captain, so if anything, they’ll be waitin’ for ya’.” He spoke from his own experience. His crew were like loyal dogs–they followed his orders without protest, though there had been a few that spoke out.
“Where did she take me from, eh? Well…” He exhaled at the thought. “I come from the Land of the Rising Sun. Not sure if ya’ heard of it, but, it’s filled with war addicted bumpkins. They’re all fightin’ over a piece of dirt, thinking it’ll do everyone some good.”
I don’t hate Mouri. Hate’s a pretty strong word that not even I could use against another. I hate Mouri’s decisions, however.
The guy’s done some pretty awful things that are unforgivable and I’m sure others would agree.
Despite my bitter feelings towards him, I’m sure past that cold exterior, that there is some good in the bastard. I’ve always believed that.
AND THAT DAMN SNEEZING ANON CAN WAIT.
I don’t give a damn if the little brats happen t'hear me. Maybe if ya’ didn’t piss me off, I wouldn’t be gettin’ this angry in the first place.
