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                  [ The captain hadn’t moved from his spot
                    for nearly an hour now. Currently, he
                    was hard at work on a sketch of a certain
                    cartoon sailor man with large forearms
                    with anchors tattooed on each arm and
                    a pipe balancing between his lips. It was
                    a fine picture; the only issue was that the
                    completely oblivious of his surroundings. ]

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  he's familiar, not in a ‘we met a couple months ago’
  but a familiar of like from a movie, comic or from
  a ranting from ron. she expects him to notice her
  watching him, trying to remember where she knew
  him from. 

          ———then it hits her like a ton of bricks.

           ❝ captain. ❞

        she ducks her head & clears her throat in an
              attempt to seem both polite & loud.