Oct. 17th, 2007 11:04 pm
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Finn is sitting outside, back to a tree and sketchbook in his lap.

He's not sketching, though. In fact, he seems to be on the verge of falling asleep.

It's quiet out here, and there are no walls closing in.

(And if the chirping of the birds in the tree or on the lake are a distraction, well--they're a distraction he grown used to.)

Date: 2007-10-23 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
From here.

Wellard's search for Finn was as probably as systematic as Finn's search for him the day he disappeared. First he checked Finn's room, then even his own, before going back downstairs and out the back door.

The coolness of the Scottish autumn hits him, but it is only a reminder of what season and time it is here at Milliways- and he can see about grabbing a coat later. First, out to the ship. If he cannot find Finn there, then...

He will figure out what next.

Date: 2007-10-23 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
The sigh of relief may be audible. With a nod, Wellard continues over.

"I just got back- a little while ago. You weren't in the bar, or upstairs-"

Date: 2007-10-24 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
That does cause Wellard to stop, and his hands tighten at his sides before he gives Finn a careful nod.

"Davy Jones. He... he is dead." Wellard manages a shrug.

There are a lot of other details, but that one detail should answer Finn's question.

Date: 2007-10-24 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"Not too badly, at least." Wellard makes a bit of a face, glancing to his arm.

Well, he had been hurt worse, before. And this time he will heal. He nods, then, looking back up to Finn.

"I as well- you're alright, Finn?"

Date: 2007-10-26 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Wellard winces a bit, at that, looking down at his hands. "Somewhat." He takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about that, Finn."

Date: 2007-10-26 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"You'd almost think it was." Wellard mutters, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. "Nevermind what happened, and that I certainly didn't plan to end up there and-"

He takes a deep breath, and drops his hand.

Date: 2007-10-26 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"... Hannah was worried, and upset." Wellard shrugs a bit, then sighs. "And... Its hard for someone to worry, when they can't really tell people, their friends and family in their world, why they're worried. Specially when people don't... go off to sea and aren't heard from for months, normally, in their world."

Date: 2007-10-26 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
He blinks, and shakes his head. "That's not... not quite it." Wellard sighs, and rubs the bridge of his nose again.

"Its complicated, and... and I still need to think on it myself. Though I wanted to find you first, and... and see how you were doing, and if you were alright, and let you know I was back and alright myself."

Date: 2007-10-28 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Wellard shakes his head again, quickly. "I'm certainly not planning any more surprise trips, Finn. Believe me." He takes a deep breath, then lets it out in a faint laugh.

"Any place else any time soon should be something nice, like a holiday, and you'd be going along as well."

Date: 2007-10-28 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"Shouldn't need to worry, though." He smiles wryly. "Davy Jones is dead, and I do my best to not get people angry at me- at least those that can do things like that."

Well, at least Wellard tries. As to how well this works in actual practice...


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