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I'm able to state from empirical evidence that being a pirate is not as entertaining or personally rewarding the second time around, particularly when you lose your identity in the process.
Are we to expect the re-occurrence of that ridiculous business again after twelve months?
Honestly, I have far better things to be doing than reliving a terribly romanticised version of my youth.

[Private: The Doctor]
I propose that we both make efforts to stay as far away from one another as possible should this happen again next year.
I have no desire to make a repeat of what happened.

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[Normally he'd snap at a question like that, but normally it's asked to deliberately rile him. Instead, his answer sounds somewhat wry.]

A privateer won't be hanged if he's caught.

[Note to herself: look up what "hanging" means in the library. As it stands, she's certain it's something terrible.]

That's a relief! I can't imagine a boy being in such trouble.

[Of course, due to his physical age, she assumes he was but a lad when he was sailing the seas.]

[Oh dear, don't look up something like that.]

A boy?

[He looks a little taken aback before it's clear to him just what she means.]

Ah... I was no mere boy, though it was some hundreds of years ago.

[...She's looking it up, at least in the dictionary. She doesn't want to be in the dark about everything again.][A beat.]

...Um, if you don't mind me asking, how did you stay so young?

[The question is curious, though there's no concern or fear behind it; she knows Gothel needs her hair to stay young, but maybe there's something else that works the same.]

That...

[He hesitates a moment before he continues. Going by the name he'd given himself, never really talking about his origins or what he was save for when people learned enough to question it has served him well enough so far, but this isn't really something he can explain away.]

I'm not mortal. As a matter of fact I'm not entirely sure that I'm what you would think of as human.

[Okay, that is a little strange. However, she has spoken with him enough to know that he's nothing like Mother's horror stories of monsters and other inexplicable beings. As such, there's no fear as she presses on with the questions.]

What are you then?

I'm... hm. [How to put it...] An anthropomorphic representation of a nation. England, to be precise.

[What is England.]

So... you're an entire area of land and everything on it?

How does that work?

[There's a low sigh.]

I.. actually do wish that I had an explanation to give to you. [It's a question he's considered now and then, but not really one he's ever been asked.]

I'm not terribly sure of it myself.

Oh...

[That only makes things more confusing, though she can hardly blame him for not having an answer.]

...Do you think it could possibly be magic?

[Being no stranger to magic herself, she can't wonder if it's the blame for Arthur's situation.]

That.. does seem to be the most likely culprit. [Ehem.]

Some kind of magic, in the very least, but I wouldn't like to postulate that my entire existence relies on something that most people are thought mentally unsound for believing in.

...But it's completely real. I don't see how anyone could be considered "mentally unsound" for using it or talking about it.

[There's good reason for why she's so assured in that statement.]

I know that, and so do you, of course, but magic... is rather uncommon where I come from. At least, nowadays.

[A scoff.]

You might think that at least others like myself would be more accepting considering the very nature of us but most of them have simply forgotten. It's a sad state of affairs, but one I can do very little about.

Really? [...Huh. It's the reason she was kept in the tower all her life.] That's strange.

[Frankly, magic is the norm for her, even if it just takes the form of her healing hair.]

Well, maybe they just need to remember to believe. There's a magic shop downtown, isn't there? Maybe the next time someone says it isn't real, we can tell them to go visit it. That might be the easiest way to remind them.

I've found that when someone is set in the idea that something doesn't exist, even a visual demonstration does little to sway them. There's always a 'reasonable explanation' for such things.

[The shrug is almost audible in his tone.]

But I shall certainly give it a try. Perhaps Sirius will have an easier time of proving it than I would.

I'm pretty sure there are things logic can't explain. Maybe there's a potion to turn rocks into flowers; there's no way that happens in nature.

[Okay, maybe she didn't get to go down on the ground, but she at least had some plants in the planter box outside the tower window and a few inside.]

Hopefully! And worst case scenario, I'm sure being here long enough will help open their eyes. There are so many different people from different places where different things exist.

Maybe there is a potion to do that. Shall I ask him?

[More for the sake of sating curiosity than anything else. He wouldn't have been surprised if it existed.]

I'd say it wouldn't hurt. And if he does, you'll know what to show the people who don't believe.

[She herself wouldn't have a problem proving magic exists, but with the exception of one person who had yet to spill her secret, she hasn't used her hair on anyone. It was still something to be protected, guarded, especially in a city full of people she doesn't all know.]

You would think that when one has been whisked away to a town where people you have read of in fiction are walking around like everyone else, magic might be a little easier to believe in.

[But people will always try to find rational explanations for everything.]

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