[Vaguely aware in the back of his mind that this was a dream, Quatre R. Winner didn't feel like questioning the fact that he was on a pirate ship being manned by the Maganac Corps on a relatively peaceful, sunny day on the ocean. Nor was he about to question the table he was seated upon on deck while he sipped a truly perfected cup of earl grey
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He also... hadn't the slightest clue he was dreaming either. But details, details.
In this particular dream, Sora found himself approaching the captain not as a keyblade bearer, but as the nephew of one of the crew and recently appointed cabin boy of the ship (and determined to prove himself!). He approached the table with a stiff salute, a dead give away of raw inexperience. Still, he had something to report?]
Captain!
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At ease. What is it?
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Oh. And Rashid wants to know if you'd like your meal now or later... Sir.
[And did he mention Sir?]
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[He paused. He couldn't remember this boy's name.] What's your name?
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So uh... Captain... Mind if I ask something?
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Not at all. Ask away, Sora.
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[He certainly doesn't want the crew pillaging any towns or looting anything. Sora doesn't seem the type. If anything he imagined there'd be a lot more sword-fighting. Or exploring. Not just keeping the deck clean or the crew fed.]
[Sorry cap, you're dealing with a bad case of 'new-kid.']
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[At least on Quatre's ship, anyway.]
We've had our share of fights, too. But it's never good to invite them. Plenty of trouble will come in time and I'd like to avoid it until we make it to our first stop. There'll be plenty of trouble to be had there.
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[But the second part really gets his attention.]
What kinda trouble you think we'll get into, Captain?
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