don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
No dyin’ necessary? Well aight then. Somewhat reassured, Raza settles herself near the main mast and dutifully wraps an arm around the thick pole. But why? For what? Easin’ outta port seems pretty normal until -
it’s obvious that this is no ordinary jaunt, no regular trip. Raza wraps both arms around the mast now, no thoughts or worries to how she looks, clinging to boat despite how smoothly it seems to lift outta the water. The others - Melita and Maeve - are nowhere near as phased and the barkeep lets them ooh and aww before she tentatively goes back to just stabilizing herself with a single arm. All of their questions echo in her head and as she glances over at Jack (yes, with Maeve dripping off his arm, and that earns a really sort of raised brow).
“Yeah, Jack. What didya do for this?” she asks quietly, feeling a growing sense of concern dampen the very cool moment. Nothing is free. And this? This is a very big thing.
it’s obvious that this is no ordinary jaunt, no regular trip. Raza wraps both arms around the mast now, no thoughts or worries to how she looks, clinging to boat despite how smoothly it seems to lift outta the water. The others - Melita and Maeve - are nowhere near as phased and the barkeep lets them ooh and aww before she tentatively goes back to just stabilizing herself with a single arm. All of their questions echo in her head and as she glances over at Jack (yes, with Maeve dripping off his arm, and that earns a really sort of raised brow).
“Yeah, Jack. What didya do for this?” she asks quietly, feeling a growing sense of concern dampen the very cool moment. Nothing is free. And this? This is a very big thing.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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