InsaneJournal

Bill had let Ariel and Princess stay with them during the large and far-flung destruction of the demon Asmodey, and actually rather liked the company of the alchemist. He had even told the man that he was welcome to drop by at any time, for any reason. He liked a kindred spirit in collecting knowledge. He was impartial to Alchemy as a way of life, himself, but held no ill will to alchemists in general. After all, they were only chasing after a common ephemeral Something that he always was intrigued to find, himself.

This night, Bill had retired quietly to his study, and puffed on his pipe as he wrote about today's experiences, about today's experiments -- one was to combine two sigils into one, like the old Norse used to with their runes. The experiment was an utter failure, and he lost most of his right hand, which had since redeveloped. He was chuckling as he wrote it down. Sure, it hurt, but it wasn't the first time something had taken off a limb. He turned up the gas lantern nearby, and continued to write, getting a sense that he and Jack weren't the only people on Tortuga, for some silly reason. Perhaps it was the fishing boats that landed on the south end of the island, but he had a better sense than to worry about them. This was closer.

Well, whoever it was, they'd show up one way or another, and he'd decide what to do with them at that point.