Bah. What’s a little water to a pirate? (Barney)
A bout of pneumonia if he’s not careful. (Morgan)
But I tell you this, that man is certainly a devil out to ruin some poor woman this night. (Felicity)
Well, if he be the devil, you can chain me to his throne anytime. (Heather)
Now, why did he have a hard time believing that?...Because it would be the first time in your life that you ever won an argument with Lord Thick and Knotty Pate. (Morgan)
Kinley MacGregorI think the girl’s ruined and you and I are going to hell for it. (Morgan)
Given our past sins, I doubt if she’ll be the stone that tips the scales of our damnation. (Jake)
To adventure the likes of which I think neither of us have ever seen. (Morgan)
And to fate. To the very fate that has abandoned us to turmoil. (Serenity)
You are a very dangerous woman, Serenity. (Morgan)
Me? (Serenity)
Aye. And the worst part is, you don’t even know why. (Morgan)
You have no idea of the things I’ve seen. I was a pirate–once. I’m not denying that, nor do I make excuses for it. I was young, angry, and desperate. Three things that make a most lethal combination. I wanted blood from the Brits and I wanted blood from my enemy. (Morgan)
Kinley MacGregorYou’ve no idea what it’s like, Captain Drake, to be a woman. To be told all your life that everything you want is foolish and that you’re useless except as a broodmare. First it was simple. ‘Don’t climb that tree, Serenity. Ladies never do such.’ Then it was, ‘Don’t run, it’s not ladylike. Don’t raise your voice. Don’t speak your thoughts. Don’t laugh too loudly, don’t eat too much, don’t cut your hair, don’t wear those colors.’ My whole life is don’t. Now I’m too old to even be a broodmare. (Serenity)
Kinley MacGregorCould you really catch me? (Serenity)
Absolutely. Besides, Barney would have my head if I let you make a mess on the deck. (Morgan)
Oh, thanks. I’m glad chivalry is alive and well on the high seas. (Serenity)
I feel like a weed in the midst of Winter. ‘Tis the sunshine of your smile that will bring back the Spring of my days. We arrive in four days. I hope you will grace me again with your presence. Yours, Morgan (Morgan's letter)
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