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[unionjackass]

piracy now isn't so different from piracy as i knew it centuries ago

at the end of the day it doesn't matter a bit how the technology has changed as long as your motivations are the same: money, a misguided sense of yourself and the universe, or if you've simply got problems controlling your impulses.

the sorry bit of it is that when one involves oneself in a dangerous occupation there are often unpleasant consequences. those who live in violence will likely meet a violent end and that's that

i realise aside from the bare essentials the contrasts are exceedingly stark but i can't help but be caught in nostalgia especially after having been lost on this accursed floating deathtrap for God knows how long. weeks i assume

if only i could stand on the deck of a rolling ship and feel the spray of water and the breath of wind that hasn't been recycled and pumped from hand-crafted gardens. recent events have made me feel more at home and yet

there is no natural place for a country to be but on his or her own landmass

i therefore should not be adrift in space

and i do not belong here.

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[za_rodina]

[there is no natural place for a country to be but on his or her own landmass. It hits him like a brick. But while months and months ago Russia would have nodded and empathized, he's spent much too much time on this ship blurring the lines of Nation and Citizen for it to do much more but make him faintly remember what being a Nation means.

There's a long pause before he even picks up his communicator and answers. But he does, eventually.]

None of us belong here but we are here regardless. [a beat] Nostalgia can't really help you here.

[And, oh, he knows just how useless that is.]

permavoice

[unionjackass]

[...Russia.]

Nostalgia doesn't help anyone anywhere.

[za_rodina]

[There's a huff of laughter despite himself, something he's unfortunately picked up from Netherlands.]

Well, yes, that's a given.

[unionjackass]

[growls softly in frustration.]

Are you answering to mock me or what?

[It isn't spite or anger that creates the edge in England's voice. He is tired and without direction; restless fire that needs something, anything on which to focus.]

[za_rodina]

[There's a pause, considering.]

I wasn't, but if you want me to I think I can drag that skill back.

[unionjackass]

... N-no thanks, really. Um.

[England is at a loss for what to say. He glances off to the side.]

What do you want?

[za_rodina]

[There's a low sound in the background, sibilant and thoughtful.]

Do I need to want something? [Yes]