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[ Will doesn't have a boat, not even one that he could spruce up a little bit. Maybe the people on the Island he's stranded on took them all before he started looking? What he does have, however, is an old boat engine, yes that's right, a genuine boat engine he's fixed up and into working order. ]

Hows that song go again? I got the cards but not the luck. I got the wheel but not the truck- or eh, well, I got the engine but not the boat in this case.

[ It was what seemed like almost a whole year ago now since Will received the item from home. Miriam Day was the one who found it and returned it back to him, Will had been tinkering with it since then, managed to fix it up pretty nicely. Now hopefully he could put it to some good use. ]

I er, I need a boat. I'm on the West most Island, where the Colosseum and Hope and Fear's temples are. I cant find all of my animals over here and believe they might have gotten themselves scattered during the shift...

[ So far, Will had only managed to round up about half of the 14 Fenic Fox he'd rescued prior to the City relocating. Needless to say, it was stressing him out. ]

I can help fit this engine to the boat, make it go faster. In exchange for a little boat trip across all four Islands, that is. I'm not bothered about it after that, you can keep the engine.

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Curufin and I have put together a sailboat. Would that do?

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[ Have a genuine, bashful smile. He knows Curufin so he assumes it would be okay, but he doesn't really know you. Helpful, friendly strangers are a rarity here. ]

Oh... Emmm, sure, sure that would be perfect actually.

[she smiles back warmly. she has no reason not to be friendly or help him]

Wonderful! You're on the west island? That shouldn't take long. Where on the island should I look for you?

[ Its a breath of fresh air, to see someone smiling warmly. Will makes a quick mental note of the image, should he need to remember such a pretty sigh in darker times. ]

Uh, yes, I er, I can get near the Science Labs from where I currently am, if that's any use? Or I can get to the coast or light a fire?

Perhaps a fire at the coast would be best?

And I should introduce myself. Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And you are...?

A fire it is then.

[ Will smiles, awkward as he is and nods his head, yet it's her second comment that really had him stammering his words. ]

And I am completely not accustomed to meeting royalty. I- I er, I'm sorry forgive me?!

[ Quickly and clumsy, Will attempts to tame the wild curling parts of his hair, he even straightens up his jacket and tries to clean his glasses before he continues. ]

... Will Graham, er, do I call you Your Majesty or just Margaery? I'm sorry.

Wonderful! I'll see you soon.

[she smiles and oh dear, he's stammering. her title seems to have that effect on people]

It's quite all right. There's nothing to forgive.

[she finds his efforts to clean himself up a bit charming]

It's a pleasure to meet you, will. And you may call me Margaery. I married into royalty, I wasn't born to it.

It's a date- its er, its a time and er, place... Meeting.

[ His face did a million different little expressions as Will fought internally to shut himself up. A slight wincing grimace as he finally stopped talking. Sighing deeply through his nose and taking his glasses off to clean them. He was an idiot. A blubbering idiot. ]

Pleasure all mine and er, are you sure? I mean I can call you Lady or-- Margaery it is, you just said that.

[ This is why he doesn't socialize. This is why he's a hermit who needs a haircut and a shave. ]

Indeed! We'll see you soon.

[really? she finds him charming. he's clearly trying so hard]

Margaery is fine for here. Here, I'm just another resident although one with a fancy crown.

Oh, you're on your way now?

[ He really was trying hard! He's gotten so used to being alone, only coming out to talk to the few people he knows now and then. ]

Ah well, see that's where I disagree. You're never just a resident, crown or not.

Yes. That isn't a problem, is it?

[well, it's paying off. she likes him already]

Oh? Then, what are we?

No, no not at all, I er... I just honestly? I didn't think anyone would help.

[ That's good to know! Though he's kind of scared when people like him. Hannibal always seems to drive people away if Will doesn't manage to do that himself. ]

You're important, needed by not just the Gods here but the other people too. We might be trapped here but together we survive because of each other.

Why wouldn't we? You're in need, so of course you should be helped.

[she's already heard about Hannibal from Abigail, who has painted quite the rosy portrait.

she beams at him] That's very well said! And very true. With a few exceptions [like the demon]. people have been very kind.

[ Will looked down and smiled, he was genuinely moved by her words. To think someone would willingly help a stranger simply because they needed help? God, she was too pure and nice to be here. ]

Wow. I er... That's so kind and selfless I'm just, I'm honestly just speechless... Well, I'm still talking but you know, you get my point... Rambling again... Sorry.

[ Oh no. Well, hopefully, she didn't fall for any of his tricks anytime soon. Abigail is brainwashed by him, Will's just confused but he didn't want Margaery getting tangled up with the likes of Hannibal. ]

Well, you're talking to a misanthropist so I only talk to the few exceptions anyway. Which means you're one for the good ones.

[ A daft smile and awkward face as he tried not to look into the camera too much, to avoid eye contact. ]

[she has her darker, more manipulative side, but there's been little call for it here]

No, it's all right! There's no need to apologize.

[Abigail is her main source of info on him, though she's canny enough to be able to catch onto the fact that there's more to him than it appears]

Why, thank you! I do try. It's easier to try here.

[she beams at him]

[ don't we all? Will looks as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth but don't let that fool you. He has more skeletons in his closet than clean clothes. ]

I'll not take too much of your time up. I'll get to that fire too, so er, so you can actually find me for a start.

[ Awkward little chuckle under his breath there.

Yes well, when it comes to Abigail, Will's opinion of her is just as rosetinted as she's probably trying to make Hannibal sound. ]

It is, isn't it? Well, er, not for me but y'know. God loves a trier and all that.

[and Margaery has been plotting and scheming her way to the throne since she was four]

Take as much time as you need to finish your task. And we'll look for the fire.

[Margaery knows a little something of Abigail's past and still considers her a bright, charming young lady]

People love a trier. The gods can keep their opinions to themselves.