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You 'got one'?

I'm not even going to ask.

Can you sail it or are we going to get lost at sea?

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isnt getting lost at sea kind of romantic? beats being lost... wherever the fuck we are here.

It's romantic until we run out of food and have to decide who gets eaten first.

But I'm not gonna say no if you're in whatever passes for a romantic mood.

ill nobly cut off a leg for you to gnaw on

cool. meet me at the dock?

I can feel myself swooning now.

I'll head over there.

[As promised, Ronan Lynch is at the dock, in a ratty old hoodie and a pair of scuffed up jeans. When Adam approaches, he doesn't quite notice him at first- he's busy sizing up the sail of the boat stationed there, frowning as he reaches for some of the ropes to experiment with tugging them, seeing how each one affects the sail.

It's only when Adam's footsteps thud onto the wood of the dock that he turns and grins at the sight of his boyfriend.]

There you are.

[It's a bit of a big step to go from boat to dock, but Ronan hops over all the same, moving toward Adam so that he can wrap an arm around the other boy's shoulder and gesture toward the wooden vessel with his free hand.]

Check it out. Pretty fuckin' awesome.

[Adam has his doubts about this. He can't sail, and as far as he knows Ronan isn't exactly a pro at it either, so there's a decent chance of them ending up in the water or drifting off into the ocean or meeting some other unpleasant fate.

That said, it's really hard for him to say no to Ronan. Somehow, without even really trying, Ronan always manages to convince him to make dangerous decisions.

So he already knows he's going along with this.]

You know how to sail one of these things?

[That doesn't mean he's going without protest, however.]

I never did dream of being a pirate as a kid.

How hard can it be?

[Gansey would know, he bets. Crew and sailing are kind of like the same thing, right? Anyway, Ronan knows about the general concept of how this works, even if he can't tie a fancy rope knot with his eyes closed. That counts for something, right?

At Adam's next statement though, Ronan's turns into a dissatisfied frown, and he reaches up to pull the other boy more fully onto the vessel.]

You didn't? You'd make a great one.

[He's absolutely sure of it.]

Captain Parrish.

[Adam follows, letting Ronan tug him onto the boat. The floor - deck? - is steady beneath his feet for now, the water close to shore being rather calm right now, but he knows it won't last. At least he's pretty sure he won't get seasick - and at least it's not flying.]

Oh, I'm the captain?

[He grins, pleased by the thought. He might not have had the luxury of daydreaming as a kid, but that doesn't mean he can't indulge a little now.]

I guess that makes you my first mate. The fearsome Dread Pirate Lynch.

Has a pretty good ring to it.

[Once Adam is on board, Ronan moves toward the docks and begins to unwind the rope keeping them tethered, truly intending to sail like he'd made known earlier.]

What do the fearsome pirates Parrish and Lynch get up to, when they're not pillaging and plundering?

[The rope fully untethered now, he straightens up and moves back to fiddle with the sail. The boat isn't really moving much, tides being what they are, but with the wind picking up, they'll be able to get out of here soon.]

[He watches Ronan, mainly because he wants to have some idea of what he'll have to do if, say, Ronan gets knocked out and they have to get back to land. It's good to be prepared.

Also, he just likes being able to watch Ronan.]

I mean, isn't that pretty much it for pirates? Pillage, plunder, drink some rum, sing sea shanties. I guess we'll have to learn some sea shanties.

[Just in case, Adam checks to make sure there's a pair of oars tucked away. Some way to get back if they end up stuck.]

You probably know some. Right?

A couple.

[Ronan moves to kick them off from the dock before returning to Adam's side, reaching out to squeeze at his shoulder with a little smile. Shameless, he breaks out into song as if to demonstrate, something bawdy about a maiden fair and- a seal, maybe?

It only lasts for a verse or two before he tapers off, eyeing Adam for a reaction.]

I'll teach you! We've got time.

[He's grinning, he can't help it. The truth is, Ronan has a great voice. Though of course he'd have to, wouldn't he? Adam still fondly remembers Gansey spilling the truth about Ronan's musical past. For too long, Adam had assumed Ronan's only musical taste was absolutely awful. Now - well, he's not sure he's changed his opinion, but he wouldn't mind listening to a bit more.]

I can't sing. I think you're gonna have to carry a tune for both of us.

[He can sing well enough, as well as anyone, but compared to Ronan? He knows which he'd prefer.]

Besides, I think I need to hear the end of this. It was just starting to get good.

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