[040] I had visions, I was in them

[notafuckingnut]

[PUBLIC - video]

I got an idea. A brilliant fucking idea.

How about we just...don't get off when the ship stops. I mean...it's pretty much always some shithole, an' even when it isn't you can't stick around. So what's the point in gettin' off at all? Just tie yourself down if you gotta, or stay off the damn deck period, and fuck it.

Then at least we wouldn't have everybody so fuckin' pissed about it all the time.


[PRIVATE to Lua]

How long I gotta stay on this shit again?


[PRIVATE to Seth]

Can we do something? Like...I don't even care what. But I'm going fucking stir crazy over here. And you owe me.

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[notafuckingnut]

...okay...?

[Ordinarily he'd ask first, but it's Seth, and he mostly trusts that Seth knows what he's going.

No, make that always trusts that he knows what he's doing. He does as instructed, although it's clear he doesn't want to close his eyes.]

What, like jewelry? We're gonna be jewelry thieves now?

[alwayshasaplan]

[Seth goes to a drawer that has two identical pouches in it. He takes one out and pours the contents into Richie's hands. Heavy cold coins and a small pile of multicolored jewels.]

There ya go...how do you like them apples?

[He smiles slowly.] My brother, we don't even have to do that. Every time we go to a normal Port we get money, right? We can shop for anything as long as it isn't weapons. We could pick up gold bullion, jewelry, what the hell ever, on this place's dime, and just save it all.

Basically I am proposing that we scam the fucking Admiral.