Privateer: His breath became shaky as he read something, his eyes widening. He was quick to run to his older self- not to feel safe or anything of course.... okay, so maybe for some reassurance... E-er, modern me? Modern: Y-yeah...? Privateer: Eer.... We... have treatments n-now for the bubonic plague... r-right?? He asked, fear noticeable in his eyes. Modern: Yes, of course. Its not much of a big deal now as it wa.... He coughs loudly, which made the young privateer in the room wince. ...as it was in the fourteenth century... Privateer: He nods quietly, looking down at his shoes. Modern: ...Sorry to ask, bu....but why has this come up in conver....conversation? Privateer: B-because.. its... killed fourty people... in, er... Mad...Mada.... He frowned in concentration. Im not sure of the place, but I just... Victorian: Want to know that its not going to hit us? Thats a bit selfish of you dont you think, Ignoramus? Privateer: The captain turned sharply around, Shut up, its not! I like to know that my people wont be hurt! Victorian: Aw, but what abou-- Modern: BOTH OF YOU STOP IT! I have a splitting headache and I dont need you two to worsen it, so go somewhere else to fight! Privateer: Yes, sorry... Victorian: Aw, so loy-- Modern: AWAY! Victorian: He rolls his eyes. Come on, Ignoramus, lets go downstairs...
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 00:50:54 +0000