inbox. duplicity.

[sheening]

Daphne Bridgerton

Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.

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[sheening]

[ WELP. ]

What is it that brought you to live on the open sea, then?

[treading_water]

Freedom. Escape. Opportunity.

The uszh.

[sheening]

It must be quite restrictive to be in this place then, perhaps even more so, if you are so fond of life on the sea.

Would you port often?

[treading_water]

It's fucked, yeah.

Not really. If I can help it I generally stick to what I know. Not always the case.

[sheening]

In a great many ways, yes.

Have you spent time at the beach here, then?
Although I have heard the waters are very dangerous, if one ventures out too far...

[ gently warning this guy about the kraken she 100% learned about from one jack rackham when he was still in the city. ]

[treading_water]

Haven't quite had the luxury. Still settling in.

I am confident I'll manage.

[He doesn't know about this kraken, but that is certainly something he'll have mixed feelings about. Long story.]

[sheening]

I hope you do get to spend some time there soon, then.

A pirate told me about a ship they took out to sea being destroyed by it. Naturally all on board perished.

[ she learned that day how people return to life in duplicity after they die, too. ain't nobody gonna manage that if they try to take a vessel out. just be careful, buddy. :| ]

[treading_water]

I'm no ordinary pirate.

What was their name?

[sheening]

[ daphne hasn't the faintest idea of what makes for an ordinary pirate, but it feels rude to ask for more details. ]

You are but a human though, are you not? [ okay nevermind, she'll state this then. thinking he must be...for whatever reason. ]

Jack Rackham was his name. He is no longer in the city.

[treading_water]

Question that sometimes.

No shit? Jack and I were crewmates back in the day. Wouldn't be the first time he sunk a fucking ship.

Fuck, imagine him here though... That guy would fuck anything that moves. I should know.

[sheening]

You must have many stories of a full life, if that is how you often feel.

[ as for jack's physical exploits, well. ]

He did go through my family members who are here, have been here, that is true. [ whoops. what an overshare that she sends and sort of regrets. oh, whatever. not like she fucked him -- just an earlier version of her that was in the city did, along with her elder brother and younger sister. ]

I did not get on with him well at first, but we became friends after awhile.

[treading_water]

Reckon I do.

[ It does not occur to Edward whatsoever that this Jack could be anyone but his Jack, which certainly doesn't help. ]

Sounds like him. Rough around the edges but deep down he's a big softie.

[sheening]

[ she's a 21 year old regency girlie so her scope of the world is narrower than daphne might like, even as it's expanded since she's been in the city. it's intriguing, thinking of the going ons, the stories, of people who live different lifestyles entirely to her family's. ]

Yes, I think the same. [ different version of jack, but eh, it does apply. ]

Might I ask for your name?

[treading_water]

Blackbeard.

[sheening]

I'm Daphne.
It is a pleasure meeting you, Blackbeard.
Even if you did wish to eat Mister Dibbles.

[treading_water]

Oh. I do. Still. Better keep him clear of me.

[sheening]

He is rather small. Barely an appetizer...
And he does not venture out of the house.
Only our cat does that.

[treading_water]

Food's food.

[sheening]

If you are desperate enough to eat a turtle, then perhaps all you need is the extension of a dinner invitation instead. If you are so inclined to accept one.

[treading_water]

Depends.

What's the fork situation look like?

[sheening]

Two. A dinner and a salad fork. I would not be cross if you do not wish for the latter, though I have learned how to make a delicious dressing.

[ she could set out a whole ass wide placement of utensils for the most formal setting one can imagine, but. daphne knows not everyone's about that high society dinner party lifestyle. ]

[treading_water]

How do I know which is which?

[Clearly this man has experienced TRAUMA involving fine dining and silverware.]

[sheening]

The salad fork will be smaller and is farthest from the plate. I could also tell you, before we eat.

Or.
You may use whichever fork you prefer.

[ the ton would be affronted at her suggestion! ]

[treading_water]

This a set up?

[sheening]

[ well that gives her pause. ]

Certainly not.
I have found that this device is fair for stumbling upon making new friends.
I am only taking the opportunity to do so, by offering to prepare a dinner for us to enjoy together, if you are amenable.