(Has to stop about halfway up to catch his breath. Wheezes deeply, his hand death-gripping the handrail.)
Hhhhhhhhrrrk...
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(Seems to notice her eyes on him and fidgets a little before drifting towards the door. Hasn't made a sound or attempted contact.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Taaake it easy...
-nods- Mm... in hindsight I could have prepared more.
The problem is, that such an attack that caught me surprised- well. It would have required special preparations.
Having all-hands on deck, and ready in their ships.
And I can't exactly run a Pirate Republic with all the Pirates not doing their jobs and feeding the economy.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Huffs and coughs awhile, doubled over, but still gripping the rail.)
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('NOTHER DEEP-ISH BREATH. Resumes, still going hella slow.)
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<...Yes, Master... I... am attempting to do so, anyway... Should I—... leave?>
(Sounds about as despondent as a fucked up alien voice in your head can sound, but keeps his composure.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

"I don't pick fights for no reason, lady."