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Grrrr :3

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

J—

SHOES?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

My boy…I know I don’t express it the best, but I thought you understood.

None of these other people matter. In fact, they’re all bothers. All of ‘em. From Ella on down. And there’s a reason I kept you on, when I intended on sailing alone.

I’m still here because you are. You’re still here because I was here for you. And I am. And I always will be.

Hard…hard to say that with liquor in the way.

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

You may be kinda awful. But at least you respect the trans and autistic folk and I respect that

Good on you sir

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, well…whatever my boy is, it’s all the same to me. Parts’ve it are actually pretty handy…if he acts simple in front of the right people, it can dissuade ‘em from wanting to carry on a conversation I don’t necessarily want to continue. Never been a social butterfly and now I got a pretty little excuse to get on home.

[ask-dan-cody]

Grrrrr

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

‘re you makin’ fun of my boy? Show your goddamn face like a man, then.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Jay…just listen to old Dan for once, will you? I understand, in all these ports your eyes are bound to wander.

But you’d always come back to me. You’ll always come back to me, and whatever you do, I’m still willing to love you. No matter how hard you fight against what’s good for you, ‘cuz you think you don’t deserve it.

I’m still willing to love you in spite of yourself.

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Look here, old sport. There are things between me and Jay that you will never understand. Things neither of us can forget nor would we ever want to. The best years of our lives—the years that gave our lives meaning.

Because I love him and he loves me, whether he wants to admit it or not.

What the hell’re you doin’ to him that he’s too twisted up to admit it to you?

There’s no shame in what we have, my boy. Don’t listen to this prick. You know what’s good for you.

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

If the two’ve you are so goddamn friendly, he was bound to find out, eh?

But whose name is it in the arrow-heart, my boy? Whose?

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG

Boyfriend, eh?

He don’t need a boy. He needs a man.

But if the two of you ‘re intimate, maybe you’ve seen the precious little mark he’s got on his derrière. From me, on his 18th. Wanted ink to make himself feel tough like all the other sailors but only somewhere I would see it.

You’ve seen it, then? So you know damn well who he belongs to.

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Who the hell are you?

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

I think "your boy" ( @the-mister-jay-gatsby ) has rabies because uh he keeps growling at people

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah, he’s always had trouble with the…social side of life, if you catch my meaning. But I suppose he took that from my own behavior. I’ve got a habit of growling, too, or so I’ve heard…

@the-mister-jay-gatsby My boy, are you feeling well?

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG

Ah…I…I do remember now, where that bottle went. What a rotten thing…

But we can make a stop. Yer right. Growin’ boy’s gotta eat.

…

No rum. We’ll just have to see what they’ve got for me at next port.

CAPTAIN’S LOG

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Ah…finally! There’s the Jay I remember. Where’ve you been, my boy?

Cap’n Dan, sir!

I’m right where ya left me, mopping below deck. Ya sent me down a few days ago to spiffy up. I was wonderin’ when ya would let me back up. Don’t ya remember…?

Never mind it.. I’ll just keep at it, unless ya want me to cut it out.

Oh! I meant to ask, where we headed anyway, sir? Been awhile since I’ve been able to get much time outside.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG

Ah…must’ve forgotten you were down there. Was up here lookin’ for my bottle of rum. Misplaced it…somehow.

Have you seen it, boy? Tell you where we’re goin’ if you help me find the rum.

Because if I can’t find that bottle, we’re headed straight back to the islands to stock up…can’t sail without it, ‘course.

CAPTAIN’S LOG

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Ah…finally! There’s the Jay I remember. Where’ve you been, my boy?

Cap’n Dan, sir!

I’m right where ya left me, mopping below deck. Ya sent me down a few days ago to spiffy up. I was wonderin’ when ya would let me back up. Don’t ya remember…?

Never mind it.. I’ll just keep at it, unless ya want me to cut it out.

Oh! I meant to ask, where we headed anyway, sir? Been awhile since I’ve been able to get much time outside.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

…you’d condemn me to a life with that woman after I shared these past four years with you? You know what an unbearable bitch she is, Jay. Why do you think I brought you on to begin with?

We’re all going to die, Jay. I figured I’d get to spend the last years of my life with you. I won’t be here forever. Y’know that.

That’s why you’ve stuck around this long, eh? If it wasn’t love.

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

My boy…where’ve you gone? Promise I sobered up. Had nothing to drink, not at all, today. Can’t find you. Can’t find you anywhere. Where are you?

( @ask-dan-cody )

I'm... over here, Dan.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Y’know I never wanted to have this god-forsaken conversation, dear boy. But I will.

First, though, how in the world do you figure you’re going to up and die? Not on my watch, Jay. I thought you knew that when I took you in and kept you on despite all your…insufficiencies.

And I don’t like to talk about it. But if that’s not love, what is?

You’re my boy. The only.

Is it Ella? She the problem? Tell me. Tell me, boy.

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

My boy…where’ve you gone? Promise I sobered up. Had nothing to drink, not at all, today. Can’t find you. Can’t find you anywhere. Where are you?

( @ask-dan-cody )

I'm... over here, Dan.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Got you some chocolates. To make up for…ah, y’know, old sport.

Fancy French kind. Just how you like.

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

My boy…where’ve you gone? Promise I sobered up. Had nothing to drink, not at all, today. Can’t find you. Can’t find you anywhere. Where are you?

( @ask-dan-cody )

I'm... over here, Dan.

[ask-dan-cody]

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

Ah…well, I know you’re…not well, my boy. That’s what binds us, you know? Both—both the same kind of sick, you and me.

...Dan?

I hate to come crawling back to you. But you were right. You always were.

You were right when you told me people would never respect who I chose to be. Even the people I was certain would.

Someone very dear to me called me James on purpose today. You were right. It was only a matter of time.

For all you've done, I can at least appreciate that you've never called me that once.

Would you mind if I joined you for a drink? I- I don't know who to trust anymore... and I miss having you as a safety net. Even after everything you did.

Your boy,

@the-mister-jay-gatsby

CAPTAIN'S LOG, 1911

Ah, well. Can't win 'em all, old sport. There are always going to be the nay-sayers and the so-an'-sos who want what you got.

And you want a drink, eh? Since when? Last time you let me get you drunk, you surely didn't like how it turned out. Can't imagine why. I had a great time.

But you got to remember, my boy. You are who you say you are. Who I say you are. You're my boy first, Jay second, and never whatever the hell slop your parents scribbled down on your paperwork. If there ever even was any.

Forget 'em. I'll help you do that, too.

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I’m going to let this thing loose on your boat

CAPTAIN’S LOG, 1911

How’d you get that picture of my wife…