"They haven't shared any details about anything," Alfred complained. He could not pretend to share her enthusiasm for cursebreaking, so this whole ordeal was not even interesting to him in the abstract if it were happening to someone else sort of way. The exploring aspect of cursebreaking as he understood it might have been worth talking about, but the actual curses themselves just gave him jitters. He didn't want to mess with that sort of magic, ever — which was why he'd been so quick to turn the ship around when he'd realized the nature of the smuggled chest. He had been relieved to get it off the ship, but he had expected to turn around and be on his merry way in a day or two, not to be stuck in port indefinitely. The longer he stayed here, the more frustrated he grew with this entire situation, generally.
Talking about expeditions, on the other hand, was far more enjoyable, even if those expeditions were never likely to actually happen. Alfred took a sip of his beer and launched into an explanation that was probably a tad more detailed than she was expecting. "Well, in order to do it right, you've got to be abroad for at least a year, probably two. So there's the logistical piece of actually getting all of the supplies together for a trip that long, and planning out where and when you can pull into port and what you'll be able to restock in which port. And charting out which route you'll take and how long you should expect to spend doing it, which you have to figure in all of the typical weather and wind conditions for. And accounting for storms or sitting listless, other setbacks. And then you have to find a capable crew who're able and willing to be away that long. And, uh — ones that aren't worried about what happened to the Sycorax," he added, with a shrug and half a chuckle. He wasn't trying to make light of the fate of the first voyage, of course, but he could just picture himself trying to navigate that conversation with a new set of sailors, and that was a little funny, in a dark way. Why yes, the last crew that attempted this did all die, many of them slowly or painfully... why do you ask?
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
Talking about expeditions, on the other hand, was far more enjoyable, even if those expeditions were never likely to actually happen. Alfred took a sip of his beer and launched into an explanation that was probably a tad more detailed than she was expecting. "Well, in order to do it right, you've got to be abroad for at least a year, probably two. So there's the logistical piece of actually getting all of the supplies together for a trip that long, and planning out where and when you can pull into port and what you'll be able to restock in which port. And charting out which route you'll take and how long you should expect to spend doing it, which you have to figure in all of the typical weather and wind conditions for. And accounting for storms or sitting listless, other setbacks. And then you have to find a capable crew who're able and willing to be away that long. And, uh — ones that aren't worried about what happened to the Sycorax," he added, with a shrug and half a chuckle. He wasn't trying to make light of the fate of the first voyage, of course, but he could just picture himself trying to navigate that conversation with a new set of sailors, and that was a little funny, in a dark way. Why yes, the last crew that attempted this did all die, many of them slowly or painfully... why do you ask?
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER