* FLYING / DUTCHMAN

“oh, i’m sure that’s not true!” opal said brightly, fully believing her own reassurances. “there’s a learning curve to almost anything, don’t you think? and you know what they say: practice makes perfect. do you know how to send a text at least?? that’s really all you need.” an older person might have first asked if he knew how to make a call, but opal hardly saw the need.

“It fucking sucks. If I could die I would. I’m miserable.” He smiles at the man. “You’re cute I bet you would be fun to play around with.”

    amusement crossed his expression at the man’s choice of words. a tad ironic, yes. “dying isn’t as pleasant as one may believe. rather painful, actually. i wouldn’t recommend it so soon.” eyes narrow slightly, taking the other in. “i wouldn’t suggest trying to play with the man who helped to kill the infamous davy jones and now commands the flying dutchman and the seas.”

“that would depend on who’s asking,” robin responded with a tilt of his head as he looked up to meet the other’s eyes. he has never seen him before but he feels as if he knows him, as if he has heard of him at the very least. “thanks, i’m glad to be alive – though i have never really died,” he smiled slightly at the male. “and who might you be ?”

          “  so have i  ,   but i can handle it  .  ”   nose crinkles  ,   she looks up at him  .    “  so what does that say about  you  ,   unca will ?  ”    old nickname slips from her lips  ,   adelaine grins up at him  .   she’s  BASICALLY DEAD  ,   so she rarely feel temperatures such as being cold  ,   it’s the  HEAT  that gets to her more so  .   that always came  naturally  to her  .     “  but no  ,   this is new  .   have you  not  noticed all the auradon natives freaking the hell out ?  ”  

– & Teeth worry at the inside of her cheek, nervous energy coming out to play. It shouldn’t surprise her that Will found out, nothing seems to stay hidden around Auradon – or Neverland it seems. “Truthfully?” Head is downcast, scoff of disbelief. “I’m not entirely sure, Will. I’ve lived for so long without him, I don’t know how to react to my own HUSBAND.” How horrible was that? “There’s more in play now, it’s not….as simple as it once was.”

    completely understandable. one couldn’t expect to just return to life so easily to how it had been. years had past, things changed. though will had been in love with elizabeth so deeply before, he knew that far too much had changed in twenty years for things to ever return to how they had once been. “there is nothing wrong in feeling like that, marian. so much has changed in your life. you can’t be expected to just return to your past as if nothing has happened.”

“When you’re used to hot weather this cold shit is not for me. I think I’m dying. Someone just fucking kill me.”

     “i’ve always preferred hotter weather myself.” easier to sail in, far easier to travel across the seas. ice and frigid airs just made it all that much harder, a fact that will was very much aware of. “this weather hasn’t been very fun.”

     “i have to admit, modern technology is not my strong suit.” and will was seriously doubtful it ever would be. spending two decades out sailing the oceans changed things. he barley recognized the world around him these days. “i’m not sure i’ll ever manage to figure this phone thing out.”

     “so, you’re the infamous robin hood. i’ve heard a great many things about you.” mostly from marian. a few things here and there from others along the way. last he’d heard the man was supposed to be dead. then again, will was supposed to be as well. seemed they had a few things in common. “glad to see you alive and well.”

     “you know, i’ve handled sailing in freezing temperatures once before but this is staring to become a bit much.” even then will had barley managed in that weather. very few people had given they didn’t generally sail in such frigid temperatures. ships weren’t meant for that kind of weather. at least, the ships he knew of. “i’m not from around here, so i don’t imagine this is normal, is it?? weather patterns don’t just change without warning like this. not so severely.”

     “i heard the news.” a detailed description hardly needed to be provided. he knew that marian would know exactly what he was talking about. it wasn’t every day that a supposed dead spouse came back from the dead. “how are you holding up with everything?? i imagine it’s a lot to take in.”

“I got this cute new hat. I’m feeling fresh.” He points to the hat and models it. “What do you think?”

      “the fashion certainly is different than what i’ve gotten used to.” and the new terminology was just odd to will. he supposed that would be given whenever he spent twenty years at sea. 

– & He still smells of the sea. “I suppose it does after so long, hmm?” Slowly she’s moving back from the embrace, still comfortable within his grip. “I won’t deny I’ve had some….moments with the fires around the island, but it’s beautiful here.” The atmosphere was so very similar to Sherwood, it had an ache settling within her to return home. “Have you been able to explore, at all? I know the port town is — interesting, though I’m sure it doesn’t live up to the tales of Tortuga.”

     it most certainly did. will had spent a great deal of his life trying to avoid the water and a part of himself. a chance encounter was all that he had needed to finally find that path. “i’m sure we can do our best to avoid them better. but i am glad that you’re enjoying yourself, marian. you deserve that.” laughing softly, will finally lets his grip around her drop. “not yet, no. it might not be tortuga but i’ve heard wonderful things about this neverland. suppose we do some exploring together??”

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     “ no, no. a moment — i need to perfect my shot,” he spoke to the few others waiting in line who were beginning to grow impatient. even jack knew that perfection took time and occasionally insane luck, usually the latter for him. but did will really sign up for the dunk tank and not expect jack to partake? “ now ! ” finally he threw the ball just before another complaint could sound off from the line.

– &  Carefree laughter escapes in the same breath of name calling, swift steps crossing distance and arms reach for the pirate, embrace warm and tight. “You look well.” The festival has Marian in a contagiously good mood, memories of Sherwood forest flooding her and for all the harrowing sorrow, there was happiness there once. “Were you alright – crossing the sea?”

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      he hadn’t seen marian this carefree since first arriving within auradon. it was nice to see, especially given all that she had suffered throughout the years. warm smile gracing his lips, arms slid around her automatically, holding her close. “as do you. of course, perfectly fine. the sea feels more like home than anywhere else these days. how are you feeling right now??”

     carlos smiled when he asked for dude’s name and judged by the wagging of his friend’s tail that he was a good guy. “his name is dude,” he answered. “are you a pirate?” he questioned with genuine curiosity, noticing his clothing was very pirate like. to be fair, the only pirates he had met were from the isle but he imagined pirates were probably the same everywhere, perhaps they had did have more morals here in auradon.

“✦ ⋄ ⊰  AN IRRITATED GROAN fell from Elizabeth’s red lips as she took another sip of her drink. Looking up from her glass at what seemed like a familiar face.    ❝ W-Will? ❞ she spoke unsure if her mind was playing a trick on her or if it was really Will. ⊱ ⋄  ✦

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