[He'll find myriad things in doing so. Old breaks that healed poorly, fragmented bits of shrapnel in a dozen places, long healed and enfolded into muscle. No illnesses to speak of, he's as hale as he's ever been, but piracy is not kind.]
Mm.
[He lifts his glass to his lips, but the drink he takes is shallow.]
What do you know of the 1700s? Perhaps it's easier a thing to reverse engineer than explain outright.
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Mm.
[He lifts his glass to his lips, but the drink he takes is shallow.]
What do you know of the 1700s? Perhaps it's easier a thing to reverse engineer than explain outright.