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[captjacksparrow]

I re-braided me bread. This calls for celebratin'. Where'd I set that rum?

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[captjacksparrow]

How much celebratin' could I be convincing you of?

[captjacksparrow]

I call celebratin whatever it is that is celebratin'. And you certainly seemed, er, fond of rum back on that island.

So tell me, Lizzie. What is it that ol' Jack and his rum can be picking you up from?

[captjacksparrow]

Whatever you say, love. All I know is what my memory remembers for me and that was the singing and a certain Miss Swann in naught but her lovelies dancing about a fire with a drink in her hand. 'Til she burned the rum. And the shade. And the food. And the rum.

No plans of the like kind have you now? *eyes warily*

[captjacksparrow]

Aye, part of my charm completely. And as for contentment, it might be better provided if we could be relying again on said charm and the effects which it so superflously bestows.

*finds and offers bottle*

[captjacksparrow]

Hopes are the last thing from me mind which I would be in wishfulness of getting up. *drinks long swig*

The mood is definitely improving, Lizabeth. And how does one such as you find herself?

[captjacksparrow]

*hands over the bottles and leans in far too close* That, dear Lizzie, is naught to be said in the presence of a proper lady quite as yourself.

There are always new adventures to be had abroad me Pearl. Though I find the company as of late being rather lax as to the company that once was.

[captjacksparrow]

Are you accusing good ol' Jack of being a scallywag and scoundrel that only might acknowledge that which fits his own purpose?

*watches cautiosly as more of the rum that he thinks is best disappears*

Yes, quite the shame. But no use living in the past is there? *snatches back bottle and drinks, then holds onto it* And what of you, eh? Still wooing after young William and his rough and roughly moralistic ways?

[captjacksparrow]

Good then. Long as we're in agreement.

Lord Beckett and what ruining he has done is not what I would choose to spend me time on. He's good and dead. Can't be any threat to anyone who sails these waters now. *drinks again and finally hands over bottle* But what of this talk of escaping what madness that the propriety of society brings? Decide to finally come turn pirate permenantly and live life with naught but the call to freedom.