You, sir, are a poet in pirate's garb!

[theseasbemine]

PRIVATEER, not pirate. Get it right, why don't you? Is it so hard to use the proper term? 'Tis not. You're just lazy and infuriating.

And I'm no poet. T'would be a disgrace to my great bards to call me such when they're so much better than I.

Stop dilly dallying and go hie yourself off to bed. It's late and your friend isn't going to be responding soon. Accept it and don't use it as an excuse. You've got a lot to do tomorrow, aye? Lots of "nasty chores and errands," I believe you called them. It would do you good to be more productive with your time and to get enough rest for what's to come.

I've no use for one who doesn't see the value of a good night's rest.

I'm also no hypocrite. It just happens that I've got not much to do unlike you.

Off to bed with you.

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[theseasbemine]

[The words sting and while he's not directly responsible for Rev's rage, he can't help but feel ashamed. He had left America so many times. Should he be surprised that America leaves him as well? He supposes he shouldn't be, though he also has his own reasons for leaving.]

It was for your own protection.

[He had to fight, to go to war to protect what was his.]

[statusquorebel]

[ America lets his gaze slide away from the pirate and he frowns, frustrated by the circle this conversation's gone in. He dislikes repeating himself, but he doesn't know what else to say. He knows— he knows England didn't have much of a choice, but still... ]

...it's why I had to grow up quickly, I mean. I did what I had to.

[theseasbemine]

[Yes, their conversation has gone in a circle and perhaps there is nothing more to talk about. With that, the Pirate doesn't say more. In truth, what else is there to say? He's found out what will happen in the future, he's said what he needs to say and now he needs some time to come to terms with everything. The time of talk has passed for him.]