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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'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]