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It's been almost four months, in Ambergeldar, since Amy came into the bar. Four rather tiring months, really, spent criss-crossing the country so she could be introduced to a populace. But that all ended last week, in early October, almost two months early, and she's back, looking about for her friends.

The slight curve to her stomach could be the result of the fashion of her dress, or even a trick of the light. But given the way she's smiling . . . it's probably not.

Amy is back. And she has News.

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"... oh." Oddly enough, that explanation actually does work as some reassurance, and Wellard relaxes. Slightly, at least.

He picks up his tea cup, and manages a faint smile.

"Things rather keep busy and interesting, around here. People coming and going."

"People seem to do that here rather a lot," says Amy. "Has it been a good busy and interesting or a gloomy one?"

Just the pause needed to figure out how to answer that question may be answer enough. Wellard gives a faint, humorless smile to his cup of tea.

"Captain Jack did find his way back to the bar- with his ship as well. The Pearl is out on the lake; we're working on repairing the damage. Then, someone else I know, he- he rather left the bar."

Amy's left hand closes around the necklace she always wears, as unqueenly as it is.

"I'm sorry, Henry. I assume you mean he's left permenantly."

Wellard nods slowly.

"He- he was dead, and... I guess he rather thought it was time to go... where he was to be going."

"A person very dear to me left for . . . heaven, I suppose, is as good a term as any, months ago. I still miss her."

A moment, and then she lets go of the necklace.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Wellard takes a careful sip of the tea.

"... I do not quite know."

"Would it help to talk about him?" she asks.

"Well, he was helping me with designing the ship- the ships from his own world are quite close to the sorts I know, so... it was rather easy for us to figure thing out, even if the terms were different." Wellard shrugs.

"I see," says Amy. "And will you finish it without him, or stop?"

"-of course." Wellard blinks, nodding. "I do plan on finishing it, though at the moment I'm helping Captain Sparrow repair his ship, instead."

He smiles a bit wryly. "Quite the same techniques for a good portion of it."

"Just without the flying?

"What happened to Captain Sparrow's ship? And it's on the lake?"

"Oh, no- it will fly." He smiles faintly. "That's quite the idea behind building it- there's a few things we're doing to it, that wouldn't let it sit well on the water, really."

"Ah... The Kraken attacked it." Wellard frowns, sighing quietly. "If you've ever heard of such a thing. The ship is rather tore up badly."

"I don't think I . . . this thing tore up a whole ship? That can't possibly be good."

Amy frowns.

"The Kraken is supposed to be big enough to drag a whole ship under, Amy." Wellard bites his lip, thinking.

"So... it would be able to tear it to pieces as well, I would think."

"Heavens."

Amy shudders a little.

"Captain Sparrow is all right, though?"

"Ah. He seems to be quite alright." Wellard nods, carefully.

"He is here with his ship, so that... is one thing, at least."

"Good," says Amy.

He doesn't say and she doesn't ask whether this particular "alright" involves being dead or alive.

Here in the bar, it can go either which way, really.

Wellard smiles faintly, and carefully sips his tea.

"The Pearl is out on the lake- I put together a raft for Jack, so he could get to shore. ... Specially considering the shark in the lake, really."

"Ah, yes," says Amy. "I think Meg and I just avoided meeting him, really. When we fell off the carpet. Probably for the best."

Wellard blinks, eyeing Amy.

".... a carpet?"

"Ellie. Meg's flying carpet."

This is probably not terribly helpful.

Vaguely? Wellard just blinks at Amy.

"A flying carpet. ... Named Ellie."

This has more to do with the name, rather than said flying carpet exists, you see.

"Elspeth Mendanbar Rex Abrarugdabra, I think. And there's no point in looking at me like that. I didn't name her. Meg and Lilly did."

"There's nothing wrong with good, sensible names." Wellard's lips twitch, amused.