Pirates! (One-on-One)

“Alright,” he said, standing up. “Let’s go get married.”

 

He pulled her through the door, walking quickly with surety.

“No divorces, now,” he said, glancing back at her.

 

“Even if I make puns.”

 

“Alright.” He paused before frowning.

“Do you want to get married on the ship or in Cantlyre?”

 

“Hm. Cantlyre will probably be more official.”

 

“It’s up to you. We could just exchange rings made out of tinfoil and say we’re married.”

 

“Won’t they rot?”

 

“We could get them tattooed,” he suggested.

 

“What about rope? Tie the knot, literally.”

 

“Twine,” he agreed.