Mirror plot II.

[stuck_mynock]

When the morning comes, Atton's gone, but there are two rather ragged and thin looking pirates poking Will with their feet.

"Get up," one says (he's very shrill). "You're to report to the quartermaster, down on deck four."

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

The quartermaster beams at him.

"You're not dead! That's good for you. Do you need somebody to guide you to wherever you need to go, or do you know the layout of the ship by now?"

[will_scarlett]

"Think I can find me way, back, thank ye."

Then he sets off towards Atton's cabin.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's waiting for him with bandages when he arrives.

"You did well," approvingly. "Though I'm a little disappointed that you didn't kill him. I can't be doing with crewmembers who don't have the stomach to kill off their enemies."

[will_scarlett]

"Will kill off me enemies, 'e was just a man I was fightin'."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"He would've killed you."

[will_scarlett]

"Na when 'e was layin' on the ground dyin'."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins, pulling a knife from his belt and tossing it for Will to catch.

"An' if I were to try to kill you now? T'test your resolve, maybe, or just for fun? Would you kill me, or would you try to find another way? Cut my legs, maybe, or knock me out."

[will_scarlett]

Will catches the knife though his own is still at his belt,

"Try an find 'nother way but if ye pressed me, aye I'd killed ye. Dinna wish to die 'ere."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton peers at Will a moment, then laughs.

"You're adorable. Even if you'd lost, I might have stepped in t'keep you around, just for some of that doe-eyed naivete of yours. Can you bandage your own arm, or should I help with that?"

[will_scarlett]

"Can manage it just fine."

Will takes the bandage and works to wrap his arm, he knows he's not that naive but this Atton is so much harder than the one he knows.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"We'll be approaching a very special planet, soon," Atton says, sitting down and pouring himself a drink. "There's something I want on it. You can come with me, if you'd like."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, what sort o'thing?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Just a tool of sorts. I'll show you what it does when we find it."

[will_scarlett]

"Usually good at findin' things. What sort o'planet is it?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"A big, old city. You'll like it."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, look forward to seein' it then."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"How's your wound?"

[will_scarlett]

"Na too bad, 'ad worse."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Good."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye. Could I get somethin' to eat?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Follow the sound of drunken cheering and you should find the mess hall fairly easily."

[will_scarlett]

"Thank ye."

Will stands up and gives another small bow before heading out.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

The halls of the ship are practically deserted, but sure enough, there is a very distant sound of people cheering drunkenly.

[will_scarlett]

So Will heads towards it, this gives him time to think and he pulls out the key from Arcadia, he wishes he knew how to make it work again. This whole ship just makes him nervous and sad.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

The glow from the key is a whole lot brighter than it was when he first arrived. The dim, barely there glow has become a light bright enough to make a respectable torch.