*cough* I'll just leave this here...

[futago_ni]

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[seulbanditarme]

[And Ziva's in the midst of walking out of it, curious as to the stop.

However, Jack's clothes stop her right outside the doors.]

[parlay_vous]

*grin widens - why hello there~!*

All right, darlin'?

[seulbanditarme]

Considering the era of your clothing, no. [Did she step back in time or something? Sob.]

[parlay_vous]

*stare*

Well I'd have said something was amiss judging by that contraption you just stepped out of. Wha'ssat supposed to be, anyway?

You'd do much better with a ship, darlin'.

[seulbanditarme]

It is called a train, a rather possessed one. I would not recommend stepping on it, unless you wish not to see the seas again.

Ziva. And I do not like ships.

[parlay_vous]

Sounds pretty drastic, love...

...y' don't like ships???

[seulbanditarme]

[He's going to ignore her name, isn't he? Sigh.] This is the first time I have been off the train in the four months I have been on it.

I do not. There is no place to hide on the seas.

[parlay_vous]

There's plenty of space to hide! 's what the hold's for!

[seulbanditarme]

Sunlight still gets below, somehow. Except, perhaps, on the more modern ones.

[parlay_vous]

*shrugs* Well. Not on my ship it doesn't.

You familiar with the Black Pearl, darlin'?

[seulbanditarme]

[Small mental review of history.] Not at all.

1/2

[parlay_vous]

[parlay_vous]

Fastest ship in the Caribbean.

Ring any bells?

[seulbanditarme]

None. I am from a desert country in the Middle East.

[parlay_vous]

Desert? Shame that. I got stuck in a desert once. Didn't enjoy it overmuch.

[seulbanditarme]

The desert is harsh to those who did not grow up there, I suppose.