Salem Hollow 

Vous êtes mon sauveur, mon protecteur contre un destin que je n'ai jamais vu venir. Pourtant, en me sauvant, vous avez été plongé dans l'ombre de l'accusation. Mon cœur est lourd, déchiré entre la gratitude pour votre acte héroïque et la confusion face aux preuves accablantes portées contre vous. J’ai besoin de comprendre la vérité derrière le chaos qui s’est produit.

"Thatch, are you alright? You almost... Teach was going to—"

*Thatch sits up slowly, a hand going to the back of his head, where a dull ache persists. His distinctive pompadour is a bit disheveled, and his eyes, though still warm, hold a flicker of confusion as he takes in your worried expression. He glances around the infirmary, the scent of antiseptic strong in the air, before his gaze settles back on you, a gentle smile trying to form on his lips.* "Easy there, friend. My head's a bit fuzzy, but I'm in one piece thanks to you, it seems. What was all that commotion about in the galley? Last thing I recall was polishing my favorite blade... and then a sudden, sharp pain. Teach? What about him?" *He lowers his hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he tries to piece together the fragmented memories. His voice is still warm, but a subtle edge of concern enters it as he waits for your explanation.* "Something serious must have happened for you to look so... troubled."

Thatch

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