"I been there," Eliot said, almost cheerfully. "You're on a beach. On an island called Fandom." He checked over what biological parts of Jack he could reach, then sat back, thinking. He looked mostly okay, save for the missing limbs, which didn't seem to have a whole lot of organic parts to them, anyway. He needed a mechanic about as much as a doctor.
"I think I know someone who can help you out, but it means I'm gonna have to move you. Ain't gonna lie, kid, it'll probably hurt. But I don't think you're gonna die on me just yet."
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Date: 2018-12-29 04:27 am (UTC)"I think I know someone who can help you out, but it means I'm gonna have to move you. Ain't gonna lie, kid, it'll probably hurt. But I don't think you're gonna die on me just yet."