two.

[ohmykethe]

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[After the fiasco last time Mildmay tried to use the journals, he wants everything to be properly planned out before he makes a fool of himself again. As such, you can almost hear him counting off discussion topics on his fingers:]First, uh, I heard lots of folks's stories and shit, here. Stories I ain't never heard before. I'm a

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[abidinglaw]

[Stories? No, he's not one for telling stories, and as for that second part he simply can't abide the language. 'motherfuckers' indeed.

In truth he's about to give up on this delinquent entirely, but then that last section brings along a ray of hope. Although this man may be uncouth he is nonetheless willing enough to improve himself through the service of others. Jolly good. Perhaps under the employ of a proper gentleman? But all that swearing! Which leaves...]

You worked on a ship?

...And play cards?

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[ohmykethe]

[Under his breath, Mildmay can be heard-- with an amount of comprhihensibility that is quite frankly up in the air-- to mutter:] Oh, for fuck's sake.

[More clearly:] Yeah. I worked on the Morskaiakrov for a bit before it fucking sank. And I play cards well enough. Ain't never heard of whist.

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[abidinglaw]

[The cursing draws an inaudible wince from the admiral. He steels himself before replying;]

Might I ask what rank you held aboard the... ship?

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[ohmykethe]

I weren't no proper sailor, I didn't have a rank beside 'that guy who carries heavy things and climbs ropes'.

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[abidinglaw]

[A deck-hand. He would have guessed as much. Still, such people have their place -- it is well that he knows his.]

Then if I need anything heavy carried in future I shall know who to call upon.

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[ohmykethe]

...yeah, thanks, guy.