[not much to go on and the more he talks, the younger he sounds and the older Thatch feels. He sighs inwardly and misses the days when Ace was the youngest and they all just chased him around]
Aye, well hopefully you remember how to mend sails. [he peers over at the kid's handiwork.]
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Aye, well hopefully you remember how to mend sails. [he peers over at the kid's handiwork.]
Not bad. Ready for the next one?