Preparing for War

[thatched]

Who: The Spade Crew of the Sun
Where: The Sun
When: Jan 18th-22nd
What: General sailing log/collecting coral/will be making a one day pit stop at Empieza to meet with the Moon on the 22nd and travel together from there
Warnings: Pg-13.
Status: Closed



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[thatched]

Who knows. [he's still making a net even though it's evident they may not need it. Well that's all right. It keeps his hands busy]

As much as that guy wants, I suppose.

[he glances up at the young woman]

Worried?

[rebonding]

That we won't have enough? [She dumps the bits into the crate sitting by the railing.]

To be honest, that's the least of what I'm worried about right now.

[thatched]

I meant in general. [he's not too worried about the coral. If everyone is gathering it as they should, maybe they'll have enough]

[rebonding]

Then yes. In general... I'm worried.

[Korra speaks animatedly, making a scooping motion once again and lifting more coral out of the ocean, pulling it inside a stream of water.]

Kinda hard not to be.

[thatched]

Aye, true enough. But I've weathered worse storms. It'll work out.

[for whom, he won't say. When on the sea it's best to assume both sides have an equal chance of winning]

Seems as if you've faced these kinds of odds before. [at the very least she seemed calm about it all]

[rebonding]

[The look that Korra shoots Thatch says it all.]

Yeah, except it was more... "end of the world" variety.

[Which, in hindsight, had had similar repercussions. Why are all of the evil spirits suddenly coming out now?]

[thatched]

Was it? [he really doesn't have any concept of that. Every large battle seems like the end of the world. Well--the end of someone's world, certainly.]

This isn't quite that bad. [granted it was painful. Crewmates had died, but were already coming back. Those that had killed would suffer a while but amends would be made. Wounds would be healed. Revenge loomed bright on the horizon.]

I have no doubt we'll take her down. [maybe if it was just their crew he'd have a little more anxiety. But that witch had angered far more people than she knew]

[rebonding]

Me neither.

[And Korra meant it. Her posture straightened as she returned to carting coral around.]

It just seems crazy, with so many people in on it. If... that makes sense.

[So many people who weren't an army of some sort. Sure, the people who had been taken here against their will had formed some kind of allegiance to each other in the recent months, but there was still so much difference between them all...]