[01] Over the hills and far away
[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 tea.
Relaxed as it was, he wasn't sure what turn it would take next. As captain of the ship, he might have been tempted to make rounds, but he knew everything was as organized as it could be already. A plate or two with food piled atop from fruits to meats served as paperweights for the map spread out on the table...and when one of the crew had a moment, pieces from those piles often disappeared.
This was what happened when you fell asleep with the tv on in the background, he supposed.]
Relaxed as it was, he wasn't sure what turn it would take next. As captain of the ship, he might have been tempted to make rounds, but he knew everything was as organized as it could be already. A plate or two with food piled atop from fruits to meats served as paperweights for the map spread out on the table...and when one of the crew had a moment, pieces from those piles often disappeared.
This was what happened when you fell asleep with the tv on in the background, he supposed.]