Pssst! Hey you.
“Beautiful lady. My hopes. My dreams. Rest on your bosom. As does my head. It’s tired. Oh, so tired. Why just the other day my fantasy-mind created vast, improbably worlds filled with you and I. But alas, I am weary. And do not find the strength to tarry on with this burden.”
“My darling, darling boy. Your eyes, so pure. Your heart, so bright. Do not let the darkness overtake thee. While I cannot ease the weight of the history shouldered, I do offer respite. Rest. Recouperation. Heh. Heh. A pun? Prithee, do not tell tall tales.”
“Pirates be damned!” he shouted, sword in hand. “I shall sail seven times seventy seas for your hand – betrothed in mine. Our cells, comingling as commrades do whilst sharing the riches of the lands. Communists of the heart, we shall forever be – from henceforth out we depart..”
“Dearest, dearest, boy. Your heart so full of fantastic beasts. lost. Now do your part.”