What can I say... I'm used to having things to do.
[ which is hardly the whole truth — but it will do, for now. so yes, the observation is correct: you will rarely find john silver sitting with nothing to do, even more so now that one might expect him to be sitting still. ]
Yes, I'm sure. Just a matter of finding the right things to do, I suppose.
[ one might say he's humoring the other man at this point. but there is a genuine curiosity there, despite himself. their first meeting had been... eventful, for all that they just stood around talking to one another. but in all that talking, they never did discuss much about where the other was from, the lives they lived before all this. he could tell, right away, that they came from vastly different worlds. the way silver spoke, the way he carried himself, not to mention the disconnect between their familiarity with medicine...
all he knew for sure, was that silver considered himself every bit a hero as oushi did for himself. that alone is a strange sense of comfort. ]
[ that's a genuine question — somehow, he thought he had... but their first meeting had been so much, sharp and yet the memories of it are almost hazy in his mind. perhaps he never had explained, then. ]
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[ which is hardly the whole truth — but it will do, for now. so yes, the observation is correct: you will rarely find john silver sitting with nothing to do, even more so now that one might expect him to be sitting still. ]
Yes, I'm sure. Just a matter of finding the right things to do, I suppose.
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[ one might say he's humoring the other man at this point. but there is a genuine curiosity there, despite himself. their first meeting had been... eventful, for all that they just stood around talking to one another. but in all that talking, they never did discuss much about where the other was from, the lives they lived before all this. he could tell, right away, that they came from vastly different worlds. the way silver spoke, the way he carried himself, not to mention the disconnect between their familiarity with medicine...
all he knew for sure, was that silver considered himself every bit a hero as oushi did for himself. that alone is a strange sense of comfort. ]
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[ that's a genuine question — somehow, he thought he had... but their first meeting had been so much, sharp and yet the memories of it are almost hazy in his mind. perhaps he never had explained, then. ]
I used to be a cook on a merchant ship.