Pirate Radio

Runaway Train - Soul Asylum

 The boats where nice, really nice and for a second George let himself get excited over the prospect of being on the sea again, sailing from bay to bay, throwing anchor, snorkelling, falling asleep under the stars to the sound of the waves breaking on the hull of the boat. Not that George would admit that to anyone.

"So, which one's mine?" Both boats were identical from the outside, except for the names in white letters along the dark blue of the hulls, and George figured that most of the differences between the two were probably hidden bellow deck.

"We have Guinevere." Ezra said fishing George's bag out of his car, a kindness George thought was unnecessary and rude. Still the name of the boat was enough to distract him momentarily.

Since he'd been a boy George had loved Arthurian legends, especially when told to him from the mouth of his grandfather and the Knights knew that - well, most of them. If he hadn't know any better he might have even thought that the name was chosen with him in mind.

The thing about the Knights was that this wasn't the name they went by before George came along. In fact, there was no name they went by before George came a long. They were simply: Ezra, Clerk, Dante, Emil, Calvin, Heth, Nina, Marta and Ludwik, which even they had to admit was a bit of a mouthful.

It was a good thing George waltzed up and changed that before John and Madelyn found themselves in that string of names. To be fair George wasn't technically the one who did any of the changing but it was his love for mythology, especially that of the Arthurian variety that inspired Dante to suggest one meeting that they start referring to themselves as 'The Knights of the Round Table'.

"Why would we call ourselves that?" Ezra scowled.

"It would be kind of neat to have a name for this whole - " Dante gestured vaguely around himself. "And since you're basically King Arthur it would make sense for us to be your knights."

"I'm not- The Knights of the round table tried to invade England-"

"No they weren't." George couldn't help but interrupt. "It wasn't technically England at the time, and really they were, you know, all about going on quests and finding the Holy Grail."

"That's another thing." Ezra hissed. "We're about fighting for equality not searching for eternal youth. We have nothing in common with the Knights."

"Knights were noble and loyal and brave and honest and good." The truth of the matter was that the Knights of the Round Table, had they been real, had been human which mean they couldn't have possibly been all of those things, but the fact that they believed in all those ideals was very much like Ezra and his social justice cult.

"Funny that you say 'loyal', considering that we're rebels and are very much guilty of treason." Ludwik smirked and raised his glass. That was the first time George suspected that Ludwik got off of the whole fighting the government thing.

"Fine. Not loyal then. But everything else applies."

"A huge part of the code of chivalry is about worshiping God, George. That's something I'll leave to the church if that's all right by you."

"Why are you so opposed to this?" George asked, eyebrow raised. It hadn't even been him who suggested the damn name and yet here he was, the subject of Ezra's wrath.

"I'm not. I just- we don't even have a round table."

"The Knights of Camelot then?" Dante suggested.

"The new Knights of Camelot." Heth and Calvin said simultaneously before looking at each other in awe and high fiving. If he was being completely honest, George didn't like it much when they did that. It was creepy and no two people should be that much in sync with each other.