[Any trace of grin is instantly wiped from Namur's face. Thatch never wanted to talk about it, so he really hadn't, beyond just a bare-bones summary. He swallows hard and looks out at the waves rolling around them.]

Teach. He...

[Damn, it ain't supposed to hurt this much still. There was something comforting about knowing what he said would be met with instant denial, sometimes violent denial, and he could just deal out his frustration, rage, and pain with his fists. They tense up out of habit, in fact. But these are unknown waters, and as soon as Namur notices what he's done, he unclenches them. He leans forward, sitting up with his legs crossed.]

He took the Old Man's Ability, an' started this bigass earthquake. I mean, damn thing was huge. Thought he'd tried t' bury us alive, all in one shot. Turns out, it was jus' me. Thatch found me up north, an' we been in that damn iceberg ever since.