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She pauses on the pier, looking back at the dusty little port town as the sun begins to set. She thinks of Alan Quartermain, and how grateful Agent Sawyer was that the gentleman had taken him underwing. About the poor impression the man had given her, and how it had slowly been surpassed by his later actions and personality.
She thinks of the reactions his African friends, when they learned he had died, and the pitiful few who had attended his funeral. She hopes more of them have paid private respects since the remaining League left. It would be a sad end to his legend, otherwise.
She climbs the gangplank, thinking of Nemo's offer to take them anywhere they wished, to explore the world anew.
I wish to go someplace that has never heard of the almost-war.
She thinks of the reactions his African friends, when they learned he had died, and the pitiful few who had attended his funeral. She hopes more of them have paid private respects since the remaining League left. It would be a sad end to his legend, otherwise.
She climbs the gangplank, thinking of Nemo's offer to take them anywhere they wished, to explore the world anew.
I wish to go someplace that has never heard of the almost-war.