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There's a cloud of silvery-green light circling the Cooper settlement. It's come a long way, to say the least, since when Joe arrived he was all the way in the Himalayas, shivering, and no amount of stern talk could make the cold and snow retreat for more than three minutes at a time.

A creepy, deserted town or two later, he's floating around the Cooper place. It, at least, seems neither creepy nor deserted, just a little strange.

The light-mist-thing resolves into a shape, sitting on top of the house, and then takes on sharp features and darkens until there's a young man with very messy dark hair and rather unnervingly bright eyes peering downwards. He'll just wait until somebody comes along to ask about stuff.

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"Just because you haven't seen her that angry, doesn't mean she can't be that angry." Joe points out.

"Did ye see Sherwood eat Nottingham, sir, or do ye only know a tale o'it?"

"I wasn't alive a century ago, of course I haven't seen it."

"Aye, an what year is it for ye, sir?"

"1700 A12, 25000 AZ." Joe says, patiently.

Will just nods, he's running out of polite things to say to this man and the sword is still at his side, he hasn't felt comfortable enough to sheathe it.

Joe's eyes flick down to the sword, quickly.

"What's your name, then?"

"Will Scarlett, an yers, sir?"

Will is clearly comfortable with a sword, there might be pain in how he holds himself but he's a warrior.

Joe considers, for a moment, giving an alias. He decides not to.

"Joe Rackham." Will gets a smile - A genuine one: Small, but pleasant, and with a general feeling of trustworthyness. "Nice to meet you."

The smile and niceness makes Will blink a good bit and he finally sheathes the sword,

"Pleasure to meet ye, sir."

Will gets a big grin, at that.

"Joe'll do fine, I can't stand being called 'sir.'" With a cheerful tone that suggests that he maybe doesn't actually mind too much.

Will finds himself grinning slightly in answer,

"Oh aye, ne'er been called it meself."

"Maybe I should be the first, sir." Complete with a low bow that somehow involves Joe's eyes never leaving Will's.

Will just laughs at that,

"Come inside, think tis still some beer left."

"Sir yes sir." Grinning. "Wouldn't want to say no to that offer, really."

More laughter from Will as they head to the nearest door and inside the kitchen, Will searches for the beer, opening one for himself and handing one over to Joe,

"So where are ye from?"

"Far North, originally. These days, a lot of places. I sail the seas."

Will's eyes go a little big,

"Ne'er seen the sea myself."

"That's a shame. Very good place to be, even if being cooped up on a boat for a long time can make you go a little crazy."

"'ow long 'ave ye been sailin' an do ye 'ave a ship?"

"A while." Joe knows better than to say 'twenty-four years' when he only looks about Will's age. "A long while, even. And yeah, I do. Did, it's not here, obviously."

"So ye ended up 'ere from yer ship then?"

Will won't mention where he was and he may look young but his eyes are a bit too old.

"Not here. I went from my ship to some very cold mountains - A change that might've been a touch more welcome had I not been sailing warm Southern seas." Joe grins. "Left my coat, too. Had to find a new one."

"Oh aye, that's 'ard, didna 'ave a shirt when I 'rrived."

"I'm sure that made you popular." Laugh. "Though I suspect I got the better deal as far as warmth is concerned."