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[mouthfulofcrabs]

[anyone near the lake might notice one intensely displeased sea goddess standing over the corpses of two rather well-known pirates. Jack and Barbossa, to be exact.]

Dat was less satisfying dan I 'ad 'oped it would be.

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[wingsinthedust]

You cannot get any satisfaction?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

So it seems.

[wingsinthedust]

*staring at the pirates*

Perhaps trying something different would help. What is it you wanted?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

Freedom.

[wingsinthedust]

I do not think I know enough of the concept to offer help. What kind of freedom do you seek?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

You cannot offer 'elp.

[wingsinthedust]

Perhaps so. If true freedom is something that can only be earned and not given, but if I could help in other ways...

[mouthfulofcrabs]

Earned?

Dere is not'ing I 'ave to earn.

[wingsinthedust]

But if you had no duty to hold or sacrifice to offer in order to attain what you wanted, that is already freedom, isn't it?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

It is not.

My freedom was taken from me.

[wingsinthedust]

I do not understand. If it was taken from you, would you not have to strive to regain it? And if what was taken was given back, is that true freedom or another way the one who holds you captive wants the story to go?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

Dere is not one who 'olds me captive.

[wingsinthedust]

Two then? Three? Twelve? A thousand and one?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

At the moment, I cannot say.

[wingsinthedust]

They say that no one can leave here except when the Director of this story lets them. But I have heard of people here who have found satisfaction in here. It is possible.

[mouthfulofcrabs]

I can not.