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[kptn_sparrow]

His nose twitches. There was the distinct lack of ocean spray in the air. For that matter, there was a distinct lack of motion indicating he was still aboard his vessel as well. Startled eyes open wide and it so happens to be a stone ceiling staring back at him instead of the open sky. The first thought to run through his mind was - jailed.

Again.

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[drinkuntilidie]

And would you believe his luck? There's a troll with a bottle a rum walking down that same hall.

Kevas stops when he sees Jack, bringing the bottle away from his lips and wiping them off on the sleeve of his leather armor. It looks like he's studying Jack for a moment before nodding his head in approval.

"Nice hat mon."

[kptn_sparrow]

Jack stops dead in his tracks. He studies the... well he doesn't know exactly what that is, right back. Looking up and down for a moment. The blade lowers as his perplexity increased.

Jack raises a hand to his hat, to be sure that it is still even there," Um, thanks."

He has a almost suspicious look on his face. "You're not here to give me a warning of my impending demise, are you? Or otherwise, through action or inaction of your own, kill, maim, or harm me in anyway?"

Have to cover all the bases first.

[drinkuntilidie]

"Joo be welcome."

Well now it's Kevas' turn to look confused. "I don't t'ink so. I was just gettin' sometin' to drink."Speaking of which, Kevas takes another swig from his bottle.

At least this guy isn't asking him about bridges or goats or whatever it is that pink-skins think trolls do.

[kptn_sparrow]

Drink? Well, that has his attention. Could he be dreaming? Only one way to find out that one.

Jack waves a hand at the bottle, very interested in that he is," Do tell me, is there Rum in yon container?"

[drinkuntilidie]

Kevas takes another drink of the stuff. "It ain't be milk I can tell jah dat." This guy better not get any bright ideas. He's in no mood to share his liquor. Then again he's never in the mood to share his liquor.

[kptn_sparrow]

He makes a gesture at the bottle again and sheaths his sword. "May I?"

A delirium was always better, with thirsts quenched.

[drinkuntilidie]

"Nope," He doesn't even hesitate with his answer.

Whoever this guy is he can search for his own liquor just like Kevas had to do.

[kptn_sparrow]

Jack blinks, and pulls his hands close.

"Oh. Well then. I'll just have to go and get my own... I guess."

Greedy hallucination aren't ye? He starts to stagger past the, creature, and head in the way of where it had come from. Surely the rum was down this hall then? Right?

He turns back to the very green tall fellow with the bottle.

"You wouldn't be able to point me in the right direction, would you? It's all discombobulated." He pauses. Thinks about it a moment and adds, "Nice hat."

[drinkuntilidie]

"Unless joo be wantin' to lose a hand I suggest joo do so." There's no malice in his tone. It's just a simple statement. Kevas isn't really in a sharing mood right now. In fact he rarely is when it comes to his liquor.

"Dere be a towah right by da stables. It be havin' all da liquah joo could want." Although Kevas isn't sure that this guy needs more liquor. He looks like he can barely stand as is. Of course he's not about to tell the man what he can or can not do. Kevas doesn't really care what he does.

Kevas smirks, "T'anks."

[kptn_sparrow]

"Ah, well... I wouldn't want that."

Grouchy lad. Not very piratey at all.

He looks back down the hall. "Oh, well, near the stables you say? Ah, then, right. Thank you, I'll just be on my way."

He makes good on his word, as best as he does. Swagger, stagger and all.