Ahem!

[rumandsparrows]

*wanders out into the open and clears his throat dramatically and speaks with the usual vaguely half-drunken hand motions

Comments

[bloodofapirate]

*wanders in and grabs a bottle of rum* To good friends, Jack? Or the Pearl. *toasts and drinks*

[rumandsparrows]

Ah! *grins and toasts* To both, my dear Mr. Turner! To good friends and the Pearl! *drinks as well*

[bloodofapirate]

To both, then. *drinks some more*

[rumandsparrows]

*laughs and smacks Will fondly on the back* That's a lad! *takes another deep swig and thinks*

Hmm. *somewhat wistfully* To the Pearl, we say. Then perhaps next we drink to freedom. *raises his bottle with a grin*

[bloodofapirate]

*drinks for no apparent reason, really* Aye, then. To freedom.

*toasts and drinks* Hmmm. Next to..*frowns* fencing partners?

[rumandsparrows]

*laughs again* Aye, mate. To fencing partners. *takes another deep swig*

*puts an arm around Will's shoulders and makes a face as if he's putting great effort into thinking, taking another drink* To piracy. *and another*

[bloodofapirate]

*blinks when he has an arm placed around his shoulders, then shrugs and takes yet another drink*

*bleary blink, drinks again and nods* To piracy. *yet another*

..To..*slow blink* ...to treasure.

[rumandsparrows]

Mmm. *nods and drinks again* To treasure. *clinks his bottle against Will's with a grin* Of any sort, aye? *drinks again*

*taps at his chin thoughtfully* To...adventure. *and again*

[bloodofapirate]

*bleary smile, clinks back* Aye, of any sort. *drinks*

T' 'dventure, then. *once more* Erm. T' ...good c'mp'ny.

[rumandsparrows]

*laughs and pats Will's shoulder, arm still around him, and drinks* Aye.

*drinks again and flashes a mischievous grin* And, in honor of you, lad - to quick drunks. *takes a deeeep swig*

[bloodofapirate]

*smiles woozily* T' quick drunks, then. *swigs almost as deeply as Jack*

Typist: Somehow I doubt Will knew that was about him.

[rumandsparrows]

*just laughs and drinks again, patting Will's shoulder amusedly*

Typist: That boy's going to have such a hang-over...

[bloodofapirate]

*grins again, through half-lidded eyes* Mmph. Y're a goo' friend, Jack.

Typist: Poor lad. *no remorse, yo*

[rumandsparrows]

*grins and drinks* Aye? Well, we pirates are good for somethings then. *laughs and drinks again*

Typist: *has a feeling Jack feels little remorse as well*

[bloodofapirate]

*grins again* Wh'n did I say p'rates were bad th'ngs? *reaches for a bottle again*

Typist: *concurs*

[rumandsparrows]

*debates whether or not he should stop Will from drinking more* *decides to just let him go* *smirks and takes another drink himself* Used to say it all the time. *drinks again and grins* Horrible, we pirates, savvy? Terrible influence, the lot of us.