" Home? " He asked as she packed up her stuff and led him upstairs into an alleyway nearby.

" Ya don' remember anythin'? "

He shook his head. 

" Ya poor man... wait- hang on! "

She grabbed her bag and pulled out tools to fix his arm. Zoey sat on the floor. He sat down in front of her and held out his prosthetic.

Once she finished, she looked sweetly back up at him, letting go of his arm. " Try dat darlin'. "

Gangplank moved his arm with ease and grinned.

" Thank ye. " He said as he pulled out a bag of change he kept just in case and attempted to hand it to her. She shook her head and handed it back.

" Ah don' need yer payment. It's alrigh' " She took his organic hand into her own with a gentle smile.

" Ah can help ye. "

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