[ quentin's palm stills on koby's calf as he listens. i was a prisoner, koby says and it seems like the sea roars angrily in his ears. he squeezes his leg softly, listening. a prisoner for two years. how has he come to find this little navigator here, of all places - where their damaged, frayed ends line up so well. ]

You joined the marines. In an effort to stop that from happening to anyone else, or was it something else?

[ a world full of oceans, he remembers koby saying, and there's no wonder there had been a vast array of priates. ]

You escaped.