[ The answer may not be meant for him, and is certainly not meant to be a joke despite the awkward way he tries to play it off, but it makes Rackham laugh anyway. Makes him feel better, actually, about his own struggles here. No matter how disconnected he feels from his home and his purpose, no matter how out of time he feels, at least there's one thing he's well acquainted with that smooths the transition - complete and utter debauchery. Not just a pirate, but a brothel owner, he's yet to see anything that truly phases him, he's just adjusting to the idea of seeing them in whatever passes for polite society, in this place. ]
That makes you smarter than the other one.
[ Bullshit or not, that's an attitude much more convenient to deal with than having uniformed rats tailing him all over the city. He'll hope that he sticks to it. As for the rest...shit. It makes his head hurt and his bones tired to even think about, but from one sailor to another, he can try. His hands fall flat against the table, rings knocking against the lacquered wood, fingers thrumming thoughtfully, while he figures a way to be succinct. ]
Wish I could tell you, I truly do. What I can say, is that a ship can't leave this place, and neither can a skiff, a life raft, or even a determined fucking swimmer. The sea will pick you up and wash you right back to where you started. I know a man who built a boat just to test it. You ask the locals, and they will look at you like you've grown an extra nose and explain that there's nothing beyond the water anyway. I don't know why. I don't know how. This place is oftentimes so baffling that asking questions only makes things more confusing.
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That makes you smarter than the other one.
[ Bullshit or not, that's an attitude much more convenient to deal with than having uniformed rats tailing him all over the city. He'll hope that he sticks to it. As for the rest...shit. It makes his head hurt and his bones tired to even think about, but from one sailor to another, he can try. His hands fall flat against the table, rings knocking against the lacquered wood, fingers thrumming thoughtfully, while he figures a way to be succinct. ]
Wish I could tell you, I truly do. What I can say, is that a ship can't leave this place, and neither can a skiff, a life raft, or even a determined fucking swimmer. The sea will pick you up and wash you right back to where you started. I know a man who built a boat just to test it. You ask the locals, and they will look at you like you've grown an extra nose and explain that there's nothing beyond the water anyway. I don't know why. I don't know how. This place is oftentimes so baffling that asking questions only makes things more confusing.