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"I think we should visit my parents. I mean, my brother probably won't come, but there's nothing wrong with that."
She watched him for a moment in silence, thoughtful of the situation. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words she wanted didn't come out. "Hm."
"I'm sorry," he said, a nervous smile on his face. "That guy annoys me. It was bound to happen eventually."
She stepped away, returning to a different cannon, beginning to clean it. "Good. I wouldn't want to be the cause of any more headaches."
"Alright," he said, standing up. He looked down at Poppy. "Shall we?"
She hopped over to him, and gently pulled his hands away from his ears. "Okay, okay. I'm not sorry," she said, grinning. "Does that work?"
"Still. It shouldn't be your business." He sighed, chuckling to himself. "It's just to visit family, since you need to know."
"Does that mean I'm not giving you a headache?" she asked, sitting up again, her head cocked.
"Right," he said, raising a finger. "That means we'll react better if it happens again- which, it probably won't, but you never know."
"Definitely not. I mean, if lying is all we do, then our answers should be opposite from the truth, right?" she asked, sticking her tongue out....
"Look, I'm all for helping the country, but I think we're the best choice right now. Who else has the experience we do?"
"Don't lie to me, Mr. Curnow. Lying is bad. Pirates never lie." She crossed her arms and rested them on top of the cannon nonchalantly.
"Didn't you say we were low on resources?" he asked. To Poppy it would be clear that Francis was just playing with him at this point.
She pulled her arm out and poked him, not satisfied with his remark. "Ex-cuse you! Accidents happen, you know," she said, her tone playful as she...
"Mhmm," he murmured, needing to hide a small smirk behind his hand. "Why are you angry? It's not like you're the one who is risking it."
She looked at him her brows furrowing. "I think my arm is stuck," she said, her voice a whisper. Although, it wasn't stuck, and she was just...
"We went through our worst fears every day. You wouldn't know, but it never gets any better." He leaned back. "And you realize we're the ones...
(YES IT DOES, JACK. IT WILL WORK. JUST WAIT.) "Well, every three days, cause dust accumulates really fast down here, and I don't want it messing...
"On your time? And it took you, what, a week to get us out of that hellhole of a place?" His voice was calm, but he started directly at Owen....
"Oh, I see," she said, then went quiet, focusing on cleaning the cannon.
