"He definitely changed from 'poor and perfect', didn't he?" Autor says, shaking his head. He takes some popcorn with a brief smile. "Becoming Dread Pirate Roberts must have given him an ego."
"This will all soon be but a happy memory," Westley says as he chops down vines with his sword. "Robert's ship Revenge is parked at the far end. And as you know, I am Roberts."
"But how is that possible?" Buttercup says, following along. "Since he's been marauding twenty years and you only left me five years ago."
"I myself am awfully surprised at life's little quirks," Westley says, picking her up out of the way of another fire spurt. "See, what I told you before about saying please was true. It intrigued Roberts. As did my description of your beauty. Finally, Roberts decided something. He said, 'All right, Westley. I've never had a valet. I can try it for tonight. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' Three years he said that.... It was a fine time for me. I learned to fence, fight, anything anyone would teach me. Roberts and I eventually became friends. And then it happened."
"What? Go on."
"Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin, and told me his secret," Westley says, scooping her up into his arms. "'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts,' he said. My name is Ryan. I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts. Just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years, and living like a king in Patagonia. Then he explained that the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley. Except now that we're together, I shall retire and hand the name over to some one else. Is everything clear to you?"
"He has to ask her that?" Autor says, furrowing his brow. "She was clearly paying attention to him."
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Date: 2015-11-16 05:30 am (UTC)"This will all soon be but a happy memory," Westley says as he chops down vines with his sword. "Robert's ship Revenge is parked at the far end. And as you know, I am Roberts."
"But how is that possible?" Buttercup says, following along. "Since he's been marauding twenty years and you only left me five years ago."
"I myself am awfully surprised at life's little quirks," Westley says, picking her up out of the way of another fire spurt. "See, what I told you before about saying please was true. It intrigued Roberts. As did my description of your beauty. Finally, Roberts decided something. He said, 'All right, Westley. I've never had a valet. I can try it for tonight. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' Three years he said that.... It was a fine time for me. I learned to fence, fight, anything anyone would teach me. Roberts and I eventually became friends. And then it happened."
"What? Go on."
"Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin, and told me his secret," Westley says, scooping her up into his arms. "'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts,' he said. My name is Ryan. I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts. Just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years, and living like a king in Patagonia. Then he explained that the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley. Except now that we're together, I shall retire and hand the name over to some one else. Is everything clear to you?"
"He has to ask her that?" Autor says, furrowing his brow. "She was clearly paying attention to him."