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what in the --

[Give him a moment. He just figured out how to use this monstrosity.]

I'm -- ah -- not sure if anybody is listening to this. This is a message to Luceti. [He pronounced it wrong. Whichever way you pronounce it, Lucetians, he did it wrong. Judge him and his lack of talent with foreign words.]

There is a ship in port, The Britannia. Quite a beauty, I have to commend Mr Kennedy for the design of her. Unfortunately she's come to be rather understaffed, so if there are any men who are interesting in crewing her....I'm sure her captain would appreciate it greatly.

That is all...back to your business.

[If William Bush could have it his way, he'd start a press-gang right here, right now. But that required a navy and men to help. So asking nicely would have to do.]

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[Oh, son, you're in for a world of hurt when other residents get this message...]

Think I already made arrangements with Kennedy to help him out.

[There is ever the slightest emphasis on that 'him'.]

...Might want to be willing to broaden your criteria a little. Some of the ladies are better trained for the ship than the men are.

[Ohoho, normally she wouldn't say a word, but...]

Men only, huh.

Oh, boy -- I really won't envy you when the replies start rolling in. Not that I care. [ time some gentle competition, right? ] I'm certainly not interested in crewing for your cute little vessel. But...hah, other people?

They're gonna tear you a new one. Enjoy it. Think of it like hazing.

[Be civil, leave the face-eating to other people, be the better person...]

If you would like, I can leave a notice on the calendar in the Welcome Center, give it more long-term exposure.

Edited 2012-01-22 13:25 (UTC)

Ha! Haahahaha! Men! Can't have a woman aboard, eh? They're frightful bad luck!

[Well then Mister Bush, have one of said ships Midshipmen linefacing at you and consider yourself lucky that she's not marching over there to tell you a thing or two about gender equality.]

[...don't rise to the bait, don't rise to the bait, don't rise to the...

...damn it. Ginia might not need him to defend her honor, but it's not an easy habit to break.]

And just what do you propose to do about the women with nautical experience currently staffing the thing?

[It does not matter where you are, William. Kennedy is going to find you, and he is going to be displeased with you. In the house, at the bar, wherever. When he appears, he is going to be both narrow-eyed and calm.]

I suppose you don't care to explain yourself.

[You know what? Forget being above this sort of thing, because she's not. Amelia is nursing the worst hangover of her life, coming off remembering the worst day of her life, and absolutely not putting up with crap like this. Not that she's actually involved with the crew. In truth, she's never seen the ship, or even the ocean.

It's the principle of the thing.]

Looks like there really are idiots on every world. And just when I was starting to have a little hope for men.

So, I'm out, is it?

[Damn. She'd avoid it, but... being on the ship. Well, might as well let him have a few wise words, because he is really getting his neck deep in danger. Luceti has some rather deadly ladies, after all.]

Oh? So your ship can be a woman, but have no lady friends for herself? That hardly seems fair. But I suppose I can spare a moment to write you and Captain Jack Sparrow [huehuheue] down as people to not listen to while I'm on board the ship.

I'm sure the other women on the crew are likely to do the same.

...

Or perhaps give you mean-spirited names or glares. Either/or.

Edited (repetition hello) 2012-01-23 04:06 (UTC)

[Noting his emphasis - and mispronunciations - and giving absolutely no fucks.]

And where will you be taking that lovely ship of yours?

[ Uhm.

He's happy for you, sir, and he's gonna let you finish.

But oh. Even judging from the few ladies that he's talked to since arriving, just oh. ]

I wish you the best of luck in finding volunteers, Mr. Bush.

[Oh really?

He's just going to arch a brow at this and not comment. People are being rather polite about this and as a Captain of a (presumably) all male crew, though for reasons not being of women are incapable, he doesn't feel he has right to comment as well. Law's encountered the attitude before - it'll either be beaten or shocked out of him or it won't.

He finds himself feeling sorry for the man. Rare thing when it comes to Navy men, but well, it happens.

These are going to be rough seas for you, Mister Bush. Very rough.]

[Oh, this is gonna be lovely]

Hooo? And why men specifically?

[she'd heard that William was back, but she hadn't had the chance to come by and reintroduce herself.

Listening to this, she's torn between the desire to sigh...and sympathetic amusement as the responses came pouring in]

Mr. Bush... [never mind that he hadn't actually given his name. Really, he's lucky she's being even this formal, at the moment.]

...I don't suppose you've talked with Horatio about this...announcement?

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