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Twenty-one Bells: [ACTION/VOICE]

[Archie has barely been around town lately, but he does appear in town this afternoon, dashing about to various shops and stores and picking up various one-use items and lots and lots of groceries. He seems to have one thing on his mind.

Later, he'll sit at the fountain and send out the voice message:]

This is Mr. Kennedy. If anyone is in need of me, I shall be at the beach house for most of the week. You can reach me there or on the journals.

Moreover, Mr. Hornblower and I are wondering if anyone would be interested in helping to build a ship. A sloop-of-war, to be specific, with room and ports enough for eighteen or twenty-two guns. I cannot claim we have a practical use for itm besides exploration, but it would be something to do. We have the plans drawn up, and all we need is enough hands to make it possible. We would be grateful for any help at all.

[After this, he'll be walking back to the beach house, where he's been babysitting Jack Sparrow since yesterday.]

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I'm... very sorry, Mr. Kennedy.

[He doesn't know wholly what he's apologizing for, but he does feel it should be said. If he's forgotten someone...

That is unsettling, certainly.]

No need at all for that. It was my mistake, sir. Have you settled in?

I have, thank you.

Rather... interesting. To be able to merely claim a place to live by calling it one's own.

One gets used to it. There are certainly more interesting things happening round here.

So I've read, if this Guide I've found is to be trusted.

Oh good, you've read the guide! It was how I learned about everything, at first, else I would have frozen to death.

I have. Read it over a few times by now. I grant you, I'm not sure I fully understand everything I read, but I imagine there are a great many things one comes to understand merely by living through them.

More or less, it happens so. The guide certainly doesn't prepare one for how people behave round here. Our time was very different.

Ah, yes. I've... run into a bit of that, I think.

Still, "when in Rome," I suppose.

What year are you from, Doctor?

...I suppose that is a question I will hear often, isn't it? [The guide did mention... Still, it's an oddity to be adjusted to.]

Eighteen-hundred-and-five, Mr. Kennedy. Yourself?

The year two, actually.

...Most curious.

If I may ask, sir, how so?

The whole idea of it, I suppose. That different times, different places... might all be brought together at once. Though-- perhaps it is odd on my part alone-- it seems somehow more surprising to hear of a few years difference than a great span. Familiar but not precise, in a way.

I suppose I can understand. I was happy only to find someone who lived within a hundred years of me.

Remarkable.

I suppose one gets used to it, after a time?

I wouldn't be able to tell you, sir. I've been here eight months. I wouldn't say I've gotten used to it, exactly. Resigned might be the better word.

Eight months, Mr. Kennedy? That is... quite the time.

Might I ask-- I'm afraid I have not had the opportunity until now, and I have not seen a calender-- what the precise date of today is?

September the eleventh, sir. No year. Not here.

September... Curious. Though I suppose it shouldn't be surprising that the date might be different.

Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.

You're welcome.

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