We Lost Our Doctor and All We Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt

[namisan]

Who: Bloodsport crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Bloodsport
When: It's a mingle!

[New crew!  Old crew!   Something something dark side of the force.  (Sue me, your captain's tired.)]

Comments

[imfine1111one]

Isn't that basically admitting you're a thief. . .

[A surprised blink--! Those occupations are completely different!]

Wait, you mean like a map maker? That's a far cry from a pirate. Useful for one, but definitely not the same. (In fact, why didn't she just say that before?!)

[namisan]

I am a thief. [Bluntly.] But I only steal from other pirates. If it makes you feel better, my crew didn't do a lot of looting and pillaging. [Alas.]

None of those skills are any good to me out here, though. There's no comparison between a brigantine sloop and a... whatever this is. [She waves a hand around.] Space ship.

[imfine1111one]

That is vaguely reassuring, yes.

I don't know what a brigantine is, but for someone familiar with maps and navigation and the like, I would imagine it still comes second nature to you. Granted, for all I understand we're on a predetermined course, but should would ever stray, it is nice to have someone around with a sense of direction.

[namisan]

[Nooo, why is nobody familiar with old ships in this place, god. Nami huffs an amused breath, shaking her head.]

Theeeere's a vast difference between navigating an ocean and navigating space. Hardly any similarity at all. But I've got a head for numbers and equations, so that helps, and I'm learning more about star charts all the time. There's a few people in the Fleet who are at least used to the idea of space travel. One of them's teaching me.

[A compass is kinda useless when the idea of north ceases to have any meaning. Stupid space.]