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"Does five finger fillet count? Cause I've done that."
He pursed his lips, standing up at well. "Extraordinary?"
"I'd be pretty disappointed as well," she said. "What else?"
"Amazing? Does that work?" he asked, smiling slightly.
"What's something that you wouldn't forgive?" she asked curiously.
"Sure," he said, stretching his arms and leaning forward. "I'm sure it'll be neat."
"I'm sorry," she said with a grin. "Do you forgive me?"
"I love you, too," he said, gently brushing back her hair.
She smiled. "It's okay. I was only playing."
"Well, there's always hope. People say it's a small world, so why not listen to it?" he asked, his tone calm.
"Liar. I'm the one who cleans them all the time." She grinned. "My poor hands."
"Nope. I still had hope, though." He crossed him arms, a smirk on his face.
"You're a square. You learned how to properly clean a cannon," she said coyly.
"Of course not," he said smoothly. "We'll always find each other."
"Yeah, but it's fun if you just stop worrying and enjoy it. You must learn."
"How do you remember that?" he asked, chuckling. "I didn't recall."
"Well, last time I said it nicely you denied it. I decided to try the other way around," she said, looking back at him.
"The ship holds special memories, but it didn't have the stories either, so I'm not really sure."
"Of course you can! Just not great." She laughed and took his hand, pulling him along.
He blinked, then look at her, his gaze affectionate. "Yeah," he said. "It really was."
