[The video feed turns on to a rather portly man in an apron. He's in the Academy's spacious kitchen, rummaging through cupboards, taking stock of his supplies. He surveys, shakes his head, and started pulling everything from the cupboards. You can hear him muttering to himself as he works.]
An' who was the last lazy whelp ta work in here? Look
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Mister Silver.
[ Is that---yep. That's malice in her voice. ]
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Ahaheheh... Cap'n...
[Heaven help him, this was becoming less and less inviting.]
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[ Because if it isn't obvious; she kind of wants you dead. ]
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[Oh, he wasn't getting out of this one.]
Ya look well though, Cap'n. Teachin' is doin' wonders fer ya.
[Cue shit-eating grin]
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How come you aren't counting your days in a military cell, is more of what I was asking.
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[It's all Jim's fault]
An' I'm good at lyin' low when I need ta.
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[ I figured. She still sounds as malicious as when she first popped on. At least sea-pirates had some sort of respectable manner in the dealings of...well, being a pirate. Silver had pretty words and several backup plans. And a knack for improv. ]
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Will tha' be all, Cap'n?
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[ She ain't finished with you bro.Best to be keeping on your toes! ]
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