Aina keeps an occasional eye on them as she worked on weaving a basket.
"Then why did you even chase after mom anyways? You knew what you were getting her into. I would've been better-"
Blud presses his hand against Moenir's mouth stopping him before he could say anything else.
"Boy. I am not saying either you or your mother is to blame. Love is the least rational thing in this world, I am at sea for so long, so letters would likely just be useless or dangerous to send to you and your mother. If someone found out a letter was from me and tracked to you two, then it was possible that they would take advantage out both of you. I was silent for so long to keep both of you safe, but now I seen that the nineteen years I was gone... now I see it was too long."
The red headed pirate dropped his hand. He stood about a head and a half taller than his son. Blud nodded and looked at his son,
"Son I don't want you to go down the same mistakes I made so long ago..."
Moenir sighs looking at the pirate,
"So what? You want me to forgive you or something?"
Blud shakes his head,
"No. Boy, I want you to want to forgive me. There is a difference. If you don't forgive me from the heart then it was useless. That being said we shouldn't worry your mother any longer."
Moenir shakes his head,
"After all of this, you're going to leave again... after the time you've spent with mom? You'll leave again?"
Blud takes off his hat and lowers his head,
Moenir snaps again,
Blud turns around place his cap on Moenir's head,
"To fight the war and free a nation. Boy. I am going to fight that war and teach you how to be a man and a better man than I am. I am not lettering my boy go into war without my aid... or are you excused for planning to leave as well? Or are you some weak-back individual that will scamper off and reveal out plans to the enemy?"
Moenir looks at the ground,
"I'm not a traitor."
Blud places his hands on Moenir's shoulders,
"Then don't act or look like one."
He places his hand on his son's back,
"It's time to head back home."
They begin to head back down the hill to their home.