The Jackdaw, at the Docks, Sunday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

"Lads," Edward said, squinting upwards towards the tallest mast. "It's been almost a week."

"I don't care," the thin, limber man sitting at the very top bellowed. "If there's another storm comin', I want us to be ready!"

With a sigh, Edward looked towards the nearest deckhand. "It wasn't that bloody bad, was it?"

"There were rainbows," the deckhand said gravely. "And Grim, well-- he'd been pissin' off the side of the ship, if you get my meaning."

There was a brief but pregnant silence, and then Edward turned on his heel and stalked towards the bow of the ship. "Might ask the mayor for one of those port-a-potties while we're marooned here," he muttered to himself.

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia had never seen anything like this. Not that that was saying much, considering her background. But there were new things, and then there were new things, and only the latter kind left her intrigued enough to make her way closer once she'd spotted it.

Yeah, she ended up standing on the dock by the Jackdaw, wide-eyed.

[doesnotkneel]

And as luck would have it, there was Edward, perched by the bow of the ship. He looked down, raising his eyebrows. "See something you like?" he joked.

[okteiviakom]

The wonder fell off Octavia's face. For the most part, anyway - she couldn't quite keep it away as her gaze darted to take in a detail or two. Like looking at things made her forget she should've controlled her face.

She looked up. "Whose ship is this?"

[doesnotkneel]

"Mine," Edward said, tilting his head. "I'm Captain Edward Kenway. And you are...?"

[okteiviakom]

"Okteivia kom Skaikru."

Inaccurate, but good enough. Probably should've followed that up with something else, too, but this was Octavia, so... She didn't.

[doesnotkneel]

"Right," Edward said, frowning a bit. "Is that Danish?"

[okteiviakom]

"The language of my people," Octavia said. "The Grounders."

Yes, even though she'd just said something that had suspiciously sounded like 'Sky Crew'. A little more dryly, she added, "Don't suppose you know them." She really, really didn't.

[doesnotkneel]

"Can't say that I have," Edward agreed. "No country I've ever heard of. A local tribe?"

[okteiviakom]

Fun fact: they were fairly local to this area, if not this time. Octavia was just yet to figure that out.

She shrugged. "From about a hundred years into the future from this island's time, I guess." And you could probably tell something about that time's general state by how she was still half dressed for battle. "You don't look that local either, though."

[doesnotkneel]

"From about three centuries past," Edward said lightly, "And many miles south. Though I suppose it's four centuries between us, then."

[okteiviakom]

"Guess so," Octavia agreed. That was one of the things about this place that didn't seem to faze her. The change between the Ark and the ground had been drastic enough to be a century's shift, anyway. "And you got to bring your ship with you?"

Because she hadn't even gotten to bring Helios.

[doesnotkneel]

"The island saw fit to pluck me, ship and crew and all, right off the waves," Edward said, waving a hand. "It wasn't concerned with my opinion in the matter."

[okteiviakom]

That earned a snort, dry though it may have been. "It seems to like doing that." She and her brother were both good examples. "So now you're stranded here?"

That sounded awfully familiar.

[doesnotkneel]

"Wouldn't be the first time," Edward said, "I'll get used to it, no doubt. Don't know about the lads."

[okteiviakom]

"And you're not going to try just sailing away?"

Sorry, Ed. You'd sparked a rare bit of curiosity in her. She was still eyeing the ship every few moments.

[doesnotkneel]

"We tried to turn and make our speedy escape after we found ourselves turned about," Edward said, casting a look back towards the ship. "But somehow we always find ourselves returning."

[okteiviakom]

"Figures," Octavia replied, not without empathy -- okay, maybe it sounded like it was without empathy. She had a pretty flat delivery happening, more often than not. "My brother and I have been looking for a way back where we came from for a... while, now."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward sighed. "The island'll let us go whenever it's done with us," he said. "And usually when it's least convenient, at that."

[okteiviakom]

"So we're all just at the mercy of a sentient hunk of rock?" Octavia drawled.

Then she paused.

"Well, I guess that's not so different from where I came from."

[doesnotkneel]

"Don't ask me how it works, I take great pleasure in not thinking about it," Edward, who was also at the mercy of a hunk of rock but in a completely different way, said. "... You're familiar with this sort of thing?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged. "The ground is irradiated, where I'm from," she said. "Might not be sentient, but it's still a hostile environment."

Which she also considered Fandom to be. No matter how easy life seemed to be here most of the time.

[doesnotkneel]

"Would you look at me differently if I confess I don't know what irradiated means?" Edward said, mouth twitching.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's shrug was much more vague, this time. "It's not anything new." She'd been on Fandom long enough not to expect anyone to know anything. "Irradiated means everything around you is basically toxic, unless you've developed a tolerance for it."