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[mouthfulofcrabs]

[anyone near the lake might notice one intensely displeased sea goddess standing over the corpses of two rather well-known pirates. Jack and Barbossa, to be exact.]

Dat was less satisfying dan I 'ad 'oped it would be.

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[toforgivedivine]

*. . . Oh hey, dead pirates*

[mouthfulofcrabs]

[very, very dead]

[toforgivedivine]

. . . New arrival?

[mouthfulofcrabs]

Dat is not de term I would use.

[theexpositioner]

[HIDING IN MY FLASK. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S EMPTY.]

[mouthfulofcrabs]

[ignoring you for the moment~]

[theexpositioner]

[Being ignored is VERY good.]

[latrine_orderly]

Whatcha drinkin' there, buddy?

[cock_my_gun]

[... uh]

[mouthfulofcrabs]

[...what.]

[cock_my_gun]

That's gotta be a record.

[mouthfulofcrabs]

For what.

[latrine_orderly]

♫ La la la, cheerful lakeside stroll!
Lu lu lu, murder victims!

[mouthfulofcrabs]

[...not used to that reaction]

[latrine_orderly]

♫ Dee dee dee, dead like a doornail,
Doo doo doo, decomposing~

...why are there murder victims.

[mouthfulofcrabs]

Because I wanted dere to be.

[canhandleatool]

I'm not quite sure how necessary that was.

[theexpositioner]

[Totally whispering! Loudly.] D'ye want t' incur her wrath too, Mrs. Turner?

[canhandleatool]

Mr. Gibbs, Calypso bears no grudge against me. I doubt that she would see fit to murder me for such a slight offense.

[theexpositioner]

Calypso be the sea, Y'r Majesty, and might I remind ye of how fickle those affections can be? Any big storms coming back to ye?