#…ONE (1) PIECE FROM A PODCAST HAS US THINKING THIS MANY THOUGHTS AKDJWJDJS LIKE PLEASE

[saltpepperbeard]

The Captain’s Quarters were gutted. Expected—deserved, even. So when Stede was walking around, he wasn’t mourning anything lost. Rather, he looked for things that could be patched, any remaining bit of memory that could be nursed back to health.

That was his ultimate goal, after all.

Knives were slowly pulled from various places. Scattered bottles and glass were dutifully picked up. Red paint—at least, he hoped it was red paint—was cleaned.

And when he walked into a nearly-empty aux closet…

“I deserved that,” he murmured to himself. But then he stopped.

Nearly. Nearly-empty closet; there was something that caught his eye, tucked way back into one of the far corners. He furrowed his brow, walking closer, wondering just what remained.

And upon reaching it, he realized it was one of his own robes. Lucky enough to escape the onslaught, perhaps? No, it seemed…deliberately folded, deliberately kept. Who else would have done so other than…

Stede felt something in his heart flutter.

I think of you…often. Hope you’re thinking of me, as well.

It seemed, somehow, that he had been. And Stede couldn’t help but smile.