[Wanda's impression of the Bahamas is certainly different from his, no doubt. The Bahamas to her is a vacation place for wealthy Americans. Sandy, sunny beaches. Tropical drinks. The sort of place that she and Pietro rarely let themselves dream about going because it always seemed so far out of reach. After all, they were two orphaned kids in a war-torn country, without support or any prospects. More importantly, perhaps, each of them lacked that weakness that would allow them to turn their backs on their homeland when it was dying by blocks.
She lifts an eyebrow, letting him lead them around the floor.]
The former pirate haven? I think I've heard a little about it.
[But not much. It had been mentioned in passing in those those pirate movies. She and Pietro had made it through all three in a weekend a few years ago.]
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She lifts an eyebrow, letting him lead them around the floor.]
The former pirate haven? I think I've heard a little about it.
[But not much. It had been mentioned in passing in those those pirate movies. She and Pietro had made it through all three in a weekend a few years ago.]
What's it like there now?