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[missing1ship]

[Loud. Obnoxious. Drunken singing. Dirty songs.]

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[lynxunleashed]

Well, there you go. [She wipes off a table, goes back behind the bar] You have officially chased off my very last paying customers of the night.

[missing1ship]

Wonderful!

More alcohol and bar for me.

[lynxunleashed]

As long as you've got the money, what do I care?

You want me to set you up with another one of those?

[missing1ship]

Yes. Five of them.

[lynxunleashed]

Five of 'em? Alright boss, you got it. You do know that your tab is getting kinda high there right?

And ah, do you have a ride home? You aren't driving, are you?

I had to join

[inquisitive_nature]

No, he is certainly not. [Walking up, the new arrival plunks down two smallish silver ingots on the counter.] Will this be enough to cover his tab and get me a lager?

[missing1ship]

[EXCUSE U]

Aye, drivin' meself.

I crew a whole ship under nine of these.

[lynxunleashed]

[Whoa, and when did this one walk in? She'd never even heard the door open!]

[She eyes the ingots, picking them up and weighing them in her hand. Well, there is a jeweler/silversmith across town and if this is what she thinks it is? Her night might prove profitable after all]

Yea, that might just do the trick. Five rums and a lager, coming right up!

[inquisitive_nature]

Captain, you're so drunk that you have more rum than blood in you right now. you can ride along in my cart.

And my thanks for the drink, mademoiselle. Please, for your troubles. [And he places a third ingot on the counter.]

[lynxunleashed]

[she looks at the man with the hat and the dreadlocks]

That might be true handsome, and I wish you the best of luck out on the ocean. But on land if something happens? When the cops get here, it'll be my ass.

[She turns to his blonde companion]

That's true. In fact, I'm going to have to go out back and get another bottle if he keeps this up. [He's gone through her Cpt Morgans, he's gone through the Bacardi, and now he's working on a bottle of Myers.]

And I don't know about any mademoiselles, but as long as those are real? You can call me Killeen.

[missing1ship]

[Jack didn't even get a ride in here. He walked. But you can bet now that he is definitely gonna go find something to ride home in. ON PRINCIPLE.]

I shall drive myself and I shant hear another word about it. I'll solely place the blame on the terrible dive bar down the street. The one that won't serve you after you start a bar fight.

[oops]

[inquisitive_nature]

You know... [Aldmor pats the good captain on the back.] You are absolutely correct, monsieur. And after, I have a rare map leading to an ancient trove just waiting to be discovered. Here, take a look for yourself.

[He plucks a length of parchment from one pouch, though should Jack look at it, what's drawn there is certainly not a map.]

[lynxunleashed]

Yes sir! [she gives a mock salute to the good captain]. Not even one drink? Those bastards!

How about this, if you can promise to spread around a few more bad words about that horrible, horrible place? The next time you come back, as long as I'm here? I'll set you up your first few drinks for free. Both of you in fact, if you leave here together to go back to your ah, ship.

[She looks from the man to the parchment, and back. But hey, not her businness.]

[times_new_roman]

[Someone who looked as if he made Will Turner seem a model of debauchery snorted and after three verses decided to join in. Before starting the next one before Jack could.] ♫♩ 'Twas on the Good Ship Venus. By God you should have seen us... ♪♬