17th Spell

[i_do_voodoo]

[The PCD clicks on, and there's silence, before a young boy's voice starts singing.]

The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam

[after his voice fades out, chains rattle, and feet stomp in time as others pick up the song.]

Yo, ho, haul together
Hoist the colours

Comments

[albatross_river]

-Can we go to the crappy little town where I'm a hero-

That sounded like pirates on Earth That Was in the old features.

[i_do_voodoo]

They are pirates, River. Do you enjoy them?

[albatross_river]

There were stories, when she was a girl, and pictures, that moved. Books she read, with her brother and father.

That was before. Before she wasn't a girl anymore. Before they talked to her and she dreamed.

[i_do_voodoo]

Well, then is different, now is important, and if a pirate from my world shows up, you can meet him.

After all, books and pictures that moved are always more fun when they come to life.

[albatross_river]

I'm always going forward, but I'm always trapped. The bound me, sure, the tied me up and I'm stuck here and I can't stop them telling me and wanting me to speak and needing to do what I need to do and now knowing what it is and.

Your pirates. They are gritty men. Dirty. Rough. Violent, even. Mal would like them.