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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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"-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.

"Which is why I go by Amy," she says. "But I'm not sure which part of Elspeth Mendanbar Rex Abrarugdabra you consider sensible."

"The 'Rug' of 'Abrarugdabra', I believe." He grins. "But as for the rest of it..." Wellard shakes his head.

"'Amy' is also quite nice, really."

"I've always liked it," she says.

"Anyway," she continues, getting back to the point, such as it is, "Meg and I were having a picnic out by the lake, using Ellie as a blanket, and then there were demon bunnies, so Meg sort of launched us into the air, only there's a hole in the rug, so she got very moody -- Ellie, I mean, not Meg -- and starting zipping about in crazy circles and then dumped up in the lake, but Caspian was out on the Hope and fished the three of us -- me, Meg, and Ellie -- out and got us back to shore."

Wellard is... rather staring at this, by now.

"-but you and Meg are quite alright?"

"Oh, yes," she says. "It was, well, months ago for me. Before I got married. And I do know how to swim, and Meg managed to stay afloat till Caspian reached us."

Pause.

"I hit one of the rabbits with a tea kettle."

Wellard blinks at Amy again-

Then dissolves into a fit of laughter.

"It was handy," she says, with a perfectly straight face.

Sort of.

Though why she had a tea kettle along on picnic is anyone's guess.

To serve tea at the picnic, obviously.

Wellard still just grins at Amy. "Whatever works best in a fight, really."

Oh, of course.

"Precisely. The fight went very well. It was just the retreat that was a bit of a disaster."

There's probably a lesson in that.

"Well... ah. I would say you could plan it better for next time, but hopefully there won't be a next time for something like that exactly?"