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Her excitement is contagious enough. Skulduggery finds himself envisioning some reality where Darcy's otherworldly pirate crew takes the world by storm. (Possibly literally, depending on who she enlisted in her crew...) He doesn't know if it's possible, doesn't know if it's a foolish thing to encourage her to hope for, but frankly, at this point, he doesn't care.

"I'm flattered that you would want to keep me around after everything I've put you through." It's both teasing and sincere at once, a balance he tends to strive for when talking to Darcy. "I would at the very least like to see what sort of ship you'd have. Make sure that the people you brought aboard were trustworthy. That sort of thing."

"Oh yeah, it's been so hard being your friend. I hate actually feeling like I'm useful."

Teasing and sincere in turn. The fact he still isn't laughing at her makes Darcy at least a little bit more willing to be open, and some of her enthusiasm comes back.

"It'll be a pretty badass ship. The most badass. And I'll probably want your help to name it, so."

Even if Skulduggery thought the idea was absolutely ridiculous and infeasible, he wouldn't be able to laugh at her. Optimism is so hard to come by these days, even if you discount their entirely surreal situation, and he isn't about to stamp it out of one of the most sullen, stoic people that he knows.

"Absolutely. With a motorcycle for the figurehead," because that's what badass women ride, clearly. "With a name everyone will remember. Mmmm..." In his somewhat-sincere consideration, Skulduggery finds himself recalling aloud, "The Shark Puncher, perhaps." So she can take any name other than that one for herself.

"Fuck, I'd have to try and explain what a motorcycle is to some pirate carpenter. Probably should pick something easier, like, I don't know- an angel with a sword or something."

Gotta keep on-brand after all.

His suggestion coaxes another genuine laugh out of her. Mostly because he actually remembered it, considering that was their first meeting however many months ago. It's sweet, even if he's making fun of her.

"At least there I'll actually be able to find a shark to punch, ehn? Really earn the name. And then if I get a fleet, we can name them all like that. Like- the Manatee Mangler, and the Fish Destroyer."

It's nice. There's a lightness to this that makes the prospect of the future less terrifying, even if it's a future she's going to like.

"Oh, that's extremely good. Maybe make her a mermaid, too. After all, you want to cover all your bases." He has no idea what a figurehead is for, but he assumes the more things you jam together to make it, the better it is.

The idea of Darcy living the undeniably rough life of a pirate should worry him, maybe. Concern him at least, given how short and murderous the time period was. But all he can see is the way the prospect excites her, animating her in a way that he doesn't think he's seen before. Izzy's right about her. She'll be a legend.

"Well, at least that's settled. All we have to do is figure out how the ship works, and how we can use it to send people to the realities they want to be in. After all, I don't think Maximilien is going to be a fan of the pirate life..." And Fio, she would want somewhere where she could go to school, maybe. Somewhere where she could make friends. "If we're very clever, we might even figure out a way to prevent it from being a one-way trip. People may like the ship better once they can come and go freely."

"And if they aren't having their souls sucked out," she agrees, "But... it would be nice."

Look at them, talking like they know they're getting out of this. It's a nice fantasy, and one Darcy wishes she could stay in for longer.

There's still a way to go before they get to that point, before pirate adventures and visiting each other's worlds. But before it fades entirely...

"You could even visit my world, then, maybe. Maybe even meet my Krewe. Or something. That might be nice."

"That has always been one of the very first things on my list of things to do to save the day." He banners the words with his hand, then mimes striking items off a list as he says, "Stop our souls from being siphoned, stop the Captain from torturing us, turn the ship into a nexus between realities, and then, pirate stuff."

Seems reasonable enough to him. More reasonable than going back home, where he'd lose his memories of this reality and be left with nothing but the same centuries of trauma and pain that he's always had. He's someone different here, something entirely new, with a reputation he can be proud of. Not one worthy of his family crest, no -- but maybe one worth making a new one over.

"I'd like that. I think I'd like to do a little reality-hopping for myself before settling down to be the mascot for your pirate crusade, and meeting some of your friends would be enlightening."

"You wouldn't be the mascot," she corrects. Even if having a literal skeleton in her crew might help the whole 'ship of the damned' concept she has in her head.

"You'd be- I don't know, first mate or something. Apparently I need someone I can trust in that position. Even if I had to teach you swords and shit so you didn't get stabbed."

She shrugs, like she hasn't just offered him arguably one of the more important duties on the ship.

"It's not like I have that many back home. It'd be a quick trip. And you're not meeting all of them, anyway, you'd freak out my fencing team."

Skulduggery chuckles. "I have a basic understanding of sword-fighting. You'd find me a reasonably quick study." Of course, he was never one for fencing, having mostly honed his skill on 18th-century battlefields. And it's been a while since he'd put aside blades for his more reliable pistols...

"Are you sure you wouldn't want someone with more experience in that position, though?" He can't help being genuinely surprised; he's... not the sea-faring sort, and he was under the impression she wanted to look better than ~~Stede~~ other pirates.

One thing Skulduggery won't miss, no matter how things play out, is the way he had to hide from mortal eyes. No disguises, no facades. He doesn't have to worry about exposing some secret community to the world, or that he'll scare someone to death. He doesn't know if he could really ever go back to that.

"That's alright. They can learn about me through rumors, like an urban legend."

"... and you never told me?" there's genuine disappointment in her voice, "we could have been sparring this whole time?"

Another person to practice against with no chance that she'd accidentally cut and injure him, and another reason to spend time with him. It sounded perfect.

...too perfect, and straying too close to needing him. Too close to the whole... fatherly thing she had still been pointedly avoiding. He was right, he had no sailing experience, and she'd only suggested it out of excitement that he'd want to be going with her at all. Darcy needed to rein herself in.

"You're probably right. I should probably find someone who knows how to sail or something."

Back to her usual disaffected demeanor, her practiced neutrality.

"Something like that. Anyway, it's super late, I should probably try and get some sleep," she notes while checking her phone as if it was an actual observation about the time and not a convenient excuse to get out of there.

"I... haven't exactly kept up with the skill since the turn of the 20th century." It seemed completely irrelevant. To him, it would be the same as mentioning that he baked bread once when she told him she enjoyed cooking.

But apparently, that was the wrong assumption to make, as he sees Darcy's walls rebuild themselves almost instantly. He really should have known better, given that swordsmanship isn't only a major hobby of hers but something ingrained into her core. But he hadn't. He hadn't thought about how she might want to practice with him, or that she might want lessons with broadswords, now that she had that bag of hers. He hadn't thought about it at all.

("You are such an idiot," Valkyrie hisses from behind. Skulduggery moves his hand instinctively to swipe at thin air, catches himself before it looks too odd, and instead folds his arms over the tabletop.)

"...Yes," he agrees, nodding. "You're right. And successes make for decent sleep." So he's heard, anyway. So he hopes. She needs more rest than she's likely getting, especially if she's been keeping watch for Dimitri. "I'm..." Sorry? He wants to say it, but she'll probably just brush it off. Even if she didn't, he'd probably make it worse in the apology. "...Thankful that you came along. I don't think I would have been as clear-headed all night if it weren't for you."

It's a little bit embarrassing, being reminded that not everyone who can use a sword is planning on living and dying by the blade. Maybe her sample size is a bit skewed considering the sort of people she's friends with; Dimitri and his fire for vengeance, Izzy and his clear striving for excellence. She's a zero or one hundred kind of girl, the sort of person who doesn't start things unless she's happy to be the best at it. Having a skill that you don't use is an entirely foreign concept to her.

Darcy remembers after a moment that the people here tend to notice her walls coming back up, tend to be aware that she's not just a cold disinterested bitch, and she forces herself to ease them down a little. She's not mad at him, and it's not a deliberate move against him, especially since he seems genuinely grateful for the help.

Offering a fist out and a small smile, she says- "Don't mention it, ehn? I'm here to help if you need me, with anything."

Less a full defense and more a momentary prickling, then. He can tolerate knowing that he's brushed up against something rawer than he'd realized, so long as it doesn't lead to more silent treatments and tactical avoidances.

"You are, indeed, here if I need you." He returns the proffered fistbump without a second thought, which should really say something. "And likewise, if you need me, don't hesitate to find me." Not that he suspects she will -- she's got more friends now than when they first arrived, and plenty of people to turn to for help. He suspects that Darcy, like most everyone else, will only truly need him whenever the world looks like it's about to end. That's fine. It's a more familiar position to be in.

It would be nice to be able to accept that offer. Really. In her sleepless daydreaming sometimes she would envision being able to talk to him about small things. Arguments she gets into with her friends, things she's noticed, books she's been reading. It's hard not to notice that they've been spending less downtime together since the rain incident, less of those entirely neutral periods of just being in each other's company.

But Skulduggery knows that he can count on her, and that's enough. It's probably a relief that he doesn't have to go through the motions of dealing with her on a daily basis. Darcy knows she's good in a fight and under pressure, knows now that she can even get better at the situations she's less practiced with, and that's all she needs, to be at his disposal when he needs her. Anything else to do with dad-ing is probably just the result of misplaced grief and her own weakness. She's not going to want impossible things anymore, and especially not when the people involved tell her it's not happening to her face.

"I know," she says, and pats him on the arm as she departs, leaving the tea behind.

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