For all that he was removed from England, from the war, from battles at sea and prisons on land, Archie couldn't quite find the peace that seemed to prevalent here. Of course, peace could only last for so long, even in a place such as this, but most things were out of his hands, and it would do Archie no good to dwell on them
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She supposed that she should not have been quite so surprised to see Archie on the dock, seeing as she had heard he had come back even if she had been avoiding talking to him. It was hard, meeting again people you had known before, and she hadn't really felt up to telling someone who thought she was a stranger that he had been her friend.
There wasn't really any avoiding him now, however, so she stopped running and smiled and said, "Hello."
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"Good morning," he replied, and managed a smile up at the girl.
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No part of that wasn't weird, but there wasn't much she could do about that.
"But that was before and probably doesn't matter. But if you ever want to make a kite and fly it, I'd like that."
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It wasn't as though he and his previous self were much different, and Archie trusted that anyone he'd been friends with before couldn't be all that bad a second time around. "It's nice to meet you, then, River. I don't think I had any plans to build a kite, but I don't have much else taking up my time."
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"I could barely sleep," he explained, keeping his eyes on the ever brightening horizon. "I kept dreaming of El Ferrol."
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"Even now?" he asked quietly. The climate was much the same, here as there, Horatio would grant him, but he hoped the company was much improved. That his friend could still be in the prison's thrall, or indeed, the thrall of any unhappy memory, was troubling.
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She makes time, these days, to wander. The docks are some of her favorite skulking grounds, especially at dawn and dusk, and it doesn't surprise her much to find that someone else is partial to the view at that time of day, either. Her shoes are already off when she settles down beside the stranger without pretense or invitation, and she wiggles and stretches her toes toward the water, but they don't reach.
"It's nice, this time of day," she observes, and then affords him a sidelong glance and a faint smile.
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"It is," Archie answered, and he returned her smile before leaning forward a bit, looking past his legs down into the water. "It's my favorite time of day when I managed to wake early enough for it."
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He's cute, in the most literal sense of the word. There's an openness to his expression that makes him look incredibly naive, and convincingly so. She's just invaded his private morning ritual, and he's too polite to say so. It's quaint, in a way, and she's secretly glad for his sake that she's trying so very hard to turn over a new leaf.
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Still, he shook her hand, and with a smile. "Archie Kennedy. Pleasure to meet you, miss."
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"I wish I knew as much about setting that sort of thing up as my daughter does." The B glimmered at her throat, but for all she knew, he was American, or a damned Spaniard.
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"There isn't much use for it, ma'am," he said, getting to his feet. "Not when we can't sail far, anyway."
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If she did not count those hours spent on the river.
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"Well, ma'am, I don't know if a few miles out is any consolation, but perhaps I could talk to Caspian for you? He's captain of the Dawn Treader, and we make regular trips to the second isle out there."
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