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Ah! You've done so much more than I expected! I love that their bond is so slowly built, that it's not some whirlwind romance! Theyre both older, more jaded and (in my headcanon at least) both have loved deeply and lost.

For the rare pair suggestion thing!

Crack that I think could be very sweet would be Willy (our fisherman!) and Birdie (the pirates wife!)

I think Willy could be the one to help soothe her loneliness and be the companionship Birdie needs to heal!

I feel like Willy and Birdie is actually so straightforward it loops back around to being my greatest challenge yet lol

(Some of you may not know of Birdie if you've never been to Ginger Island, she has a quest where you can find a memento from her late husband and then she never speaks to you again)

Well she's content to live the rest of her days alone right but what if something happened?

She felt her end was near, her body slowing, some ominous feeling bearing down on her. And it urged her to return to the sea. One last time, or perhaps she was meant to end her days there too. For whatever reason, the sea called to her, like it had called to her late husband.

So she gathered the courage to leave her hut, clutching the only possession that mattered to go meet the ferryman (/ref).

But he was nothing grim. He was so pleasant despite her surely haggard appearance. He was confused by her request to simply tag along with no destination in mind, but he humored her.

Willy found her odd of course, but he wasn’t one to judge what someone had endured.

She joined him on his ship, despite not seeming to want to be there at all. She trembled, white-knuckling the railing. Her leathery face even seemed to pale. Willy asked if she’d like to sit down inside but she refused. She stared so intently at the horizon like there was something there, but when Willy looked there was only stormclouds. He left her to her thoughts.

Until it began to rain, and Willy insisted on ushering her inside and getting her a blanket. Birdie would have balked at that if she wasn’t so damned cold. She took it without thanking him, though Willy didn’t mind. He was learning to not expect much in the way of decorum from this odd woman.

He had questions but kept them to himself, instead silently packing his pipe as the rain battered the ship. Birdie stayed hunched with the blanket wrapped around herself, making herself small. The only change in her demeanor came when he lit his pipe and the smoke began to swirl around them. She didn’t say anything, but she looked up and stared at his pipe. He asked if it bothered her, she simply shook her head.

She joined the next day.

And again the next.

She would never do anything but keep him and the other occasional passengers company, though everyone but Willy tended to keep their distance.

"My husband used to smoke a pipe like that," she said suddenly one day, staring at his pipe again.

Willy had gotten so used to her silence, her voice was startling. He hesitated to ask for more information lest she shut down again, so he waited.

She looked out at the ocean and continued, and didn't stop talking for a long time. She had spoken to the farmer about her husband a little, but it felt important now to pour out every memory of him. Out into the ocean, the wind taking his spirit with it.

And when she finished, Willy surprised her back by telling her of his late wife, and how he left everything behind for the sea when she passed.

They talked more after that day. Birdie even began to smile sometimes. They started to fish together, off of the side of the boat. Eventually she decided to cut her hair, which had long tangled into an impenetrable mess on her head. She started to bathe again and started to feel more alive, though she still felt death looming. Her bones ached, her heart hurt at times.

"Are you sick, Birdie?" Willy asked one day. It had been eating at him. He could see she was in pain, though she tried to hide it.

She sighed. "Came out here to die," she said bluntly. "I don't think I have much time left."

They had been traveling for months together, and she was so far changed from the person he first met.

"What if you aren't dying? What if you're just sick? I can get you medicine."

She looked away from him to pet the smooth wooden railing of the ship. Willy could sense she was about to shut down the conversation again.

"I'd have to see a doctor," she said grimly, as if that meant there was no hope.

"I would go with you. Birdie," Willy placed his hand over her gnarled fingers, stopping their movement against the ship's railing. "Please?"

Birdie stared at his hand over her's. Willy had always been so kind to her. She supposed now that if she thought about it, the thought of leaving him alone made her heart ache.

She met his sad eyes, and nodded.

Hope you like this one Syd xoxo

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Thank you for the submission, anon!!