orderbeforepeace | VOICE TESTING THIS BASTARD

I'm trying to apologize and i don't know, explain myself. Be honest...

Yeah but, how often do you go out just to have a good time? Meet some new people. Have a one-night-stand. Or just a good time. What kind of father would I be if I weren't interested in your happiness.

Father, there are a great deal of thing in which we differ. I do not like to "go out with the lads"
neither do I get "shit faced".

I was lucky enough, in my formative years, to have parents who encouraged me to read and enjoy cultural pursuits, and I prefer those to drinking or any other hobbies you may name.

You don't have to get shit-faced to go out and have a good time, Son. You're older now, I understand that changes things a bit, but... honestly. You seem like you've been shut in and made to work your entire life. I wouldn't have wanted you to to be all work no play

[Read as; Boring. You're kind of boring Haytham.]

Do you know any games? Cards, dice, chess? I don't know.

[ Thank you. That's always what he wanted to be. ]

You taught me Chess, Father. You were very good at it, apart from those few times I believe you let me win. I find it hard to believe that a man who was a pirate and a skilled tactician could be bested by a seven-year-old.

I don't know. You were a brilliant child. Too smart for your own good at times perhaps...

I might've let you win a few times at first, after all, you'd get bored of it otherwise.

How long till you're at the diner?

You are incredibly impatient.

[ A few moments later, Haytham is there. He doesn't look entirely pleased, mostly because the directions he'd had to this place had been almost impossible to follow, but perhaps he can blame that on the vodka his father has apparently had for breakfast. ]

I don't believe you ever let me win. And I don't believe I should ever take directions from you again, for that matter.

I'm not you're just

[And then Haytham is there and there are a few shots in front of Edward that are empty, along with a plate of food he's consumed. He ordered a basket of fries and "chicken fingers" to nibble on in hopes of sharing them with Haytham, but he's eaten most of it by now.]

Well I couldn't exactly remember how I got here. You were too slow, but I saved you a chicken finger.

[ He should sigh. He should be truly exasperated. But the very fact that his father has thought of him a little is... unexpected. True, he has eaten most of the food himself, but he's almost certainly hung over. If the greasy food will stop him emptying his stomach on the pavement, Haytham will just accept it. ]

Thank you. But you can finish it.

[Who has fried, breaded meat for breakfast? No one sensible. Still, there's a waitress there soon enough, just as Haytham's made himself comfortable.]

Tea- wait. You people drink it with ice. Two coffees. Black for him.

[And before Edward can argue] And no more alcohol, please.

You realise that everyone is going to believe that you are my son, don't you?

[Of course he thought of Haytham and sharing some of this good food with his son. Of course the other did complain about fried stuff prior, but he thought he might at least try it. There's a nod as the other declines, but he'll pick it up and dip it in ranch while the other orders coffee.]

Oi, c'mon, I'm good for at least two more.

[There's an almost pout on his lips but he sighs and finishes the chicken, leaving the french fries to nibble on while they talk. The thought of being confused as Haytham's son is quite amusing to him, and he can't help the way a laugh breaks across his features.]

Aye, more often than not, I'm sure. It's a funny ol' world isn't it? Not my fault you act your age.

No, you are not.

[ If Haytham must play father, then he will be. Edward probably could drink several more shots, but the fact is, it's still morning, and at some point they will have to walk out of this place. Haytham would prefer it if his father could walk unaided at that point.

The coffee doesn't take long, mostly because it seems there is always a pot on the go in these places, and Haytham adds a fair amount of milk to his. He'd add sugar but... well. He's never taken sugar, and even if it isn't grown by slaves anymore, he still finds it a hard habit to break. He leaves the cubes alone though, and takes a sip of the dreadful stuff just as it is. ]

I think that might have been mother's influence. She could be very serious when necessary. Not that you weren't, of course. Especially when it came to sword drill.

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[He watches his son, contemplating handing the waitress extra money to bribe her to bring him at least two more shots but he'll leave it be for now. Besides, he's got a flask on him. Not that Haytham needs to know that. Still, he's almost curious as he watches how his son takes his coffee before sipping his own without so much of a wrinkle of his nose.]

They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.

[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]

You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.

[He clears his throat.]

I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.

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[ If Edward tries to bribe anyone, it'll be the worst for him. Haytham doesn't need to be told Edward has a flask either, he knows. He wouldn't be surprised if his father had more than one, hidden about his person. But if he pulls one out to have a swig now, Haytham will glare at him till he puts it away. ]

I know. It's unfortunate. I'm sorry to say many things here are not as enjoyable as they were when I was young. I was pleasantly surprised by the opera. They still have that here.

[ Haytham pauses, setting down his cup to listen to his father's musing. He had experienced the strange fogged memories too, although he isn't sure they are shadows of things to come or not. ]

Perhaps this place holds all the memories we have made and are yet to make, and it is... somehow trying to block those future ones from us. Perhaps the answer to our imprisonment here lies in those memories?

[ Haytham makes a soft, derisive noise at the suggestion Edward can be sensible and takes another sip of the coffee. ]

Of course, father. Although it was my understanding you were captain because the crew would not accept a black man?

I'm still surprised I'll come to enjoy it or at least stomach it to keep up apperances.

[His fingers may or may not be brushing over the metal flask now, debating it but thinking better of it, for now.]

Maybe? It's hard to say what this place wants of us, what we're meant to do here or why we've been chosen to get yanked out of our time to all be here together.

[A half shrug with one shoulder.]

I'm only glad I got to meet you and Connor. [And jacob and everyone else really, but he's very lucky to have seen his son and Grandson in any capacity.]

Well, that's true, I would've sooner given the honor to Adewale, he deserved it for as skilled as he was, but he chose to be me quartermaster and I'd never seen a better one since. I drove him away with my blind ambition.

I never thought you partially enjoyed it. But Mother did, and I think you enjoyed how... Rowdy the Chocolate house became, on occasion.

[ On those occasions he and Jennifer would be escorted home and Edward would linger. Maybe because it reminded him, in some small way, of the piratical behaviour he'd left behind.]

There are those of us attempting to work out our purpose here. I know you are... settling in, as it were, but not all.

[ Haytham has been in touch with the members of his Order that have also been brought here, men like Starrick and Rufio. Determined men who are quite unlike Edward and his... friends. They are already working on what advantages being here will bring. ]

I know father. I know it is important to you.

As I understand it, he did well for himself even so. As do you. Don't dwell on these things, there is nothing we can do to change them, at least here.

Aye, maybe. I used to spend quite a lot of time in the pubs back home in swansea even before I left to become a privateer. Afraid drinkin' is all I seem to be good at.

[He sighs.]

I'm not sure if it's really settling so much as finding someone to share all this with. I don't know if Jacob or I could really settle down and relax much, too much energy to burn and adventuring to do.

[He shrugs.]

I do try, that's partly what the drinking is for you know. Forgetting all those friends I've lost... everyone I've driven away in my foolish pursuits... i swear to God I had good intentions for all that I've done, but it never turned out the way I wanted.

That is not the only thing you are good at and you well know it. You are a skilled fighter and tactician, a good captain and navigator. My mother believed you to be a very good husband.

[ He knows that sigh. It is the sigh of a man who has been broken so many times. He does not give his father the credit or the kindness he deserves. For all their differences, for all his father's colourful personality, he is not a bad man. They merely see the world in a different way. ]

Yes, I am often surprised that this glitch has not collapsed on itself, with you two running about in tandem. He causes almost as much trouble as you, by all accounts.

[He pauses, and then decides he can offer this one small olive branch]

If you would rather talk about them, father, and about your adventures, then I would be happy to listen. We could get a drink and do so. Perhaps that would help old wounds to heal.

[Haythams compliments to his skills, or speaking of how Tessa loved and believed in him does bring a small smile to his face, bitter-sweet as the whole thing is.]

No, I mean, not right now. Perhaps another time. Those wounds aren't as old as you might think, newer still. I came here not long after losing the last of me best friends, the best and the brightest she was. I'm still feeling the sting of it. It comes and goes. I won't forget their memories and I'd be glad to tell you all sorts of tales of them but I... I'm afraid I've got no mind to at the moment.

I understand, Father.

I know things between us are strained but... you have cared for my wellbeing since we knew of each other here, and I should do that same. Whenever you wish to talk, you can call upon me.

It's all I could ever ask for. And I'd hug you if there weren't a table between us.

[He gives a soft, bittersweet chortle.]

Of course, you're a grown man now, mayhaps you don't want your father's hugs anymore. Just know you mean the world to me and knowing you understand and are willing to bend an ear should I need it, is very much appreciated.

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