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[pirate_jack]

"--what do you mean calling yourself a tavern-keep without having any rum on hand, you pestiferous, feculent, maggot-ridden excuse for a --"

He's shouting back over his shoulder as he comes barreling through the door, but when he swings around and realizes where he is, Jack Sparrow breaks off there with a start.

"Well now. That's much more

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[cheerychaplain]

"Y-- You!"

It's a yelp, slightly strangled, but it's as indignant as Father Mulcahy gets; he realizes perfectly well who has just come up to the bar beside him.

(He is, for the record, wearing a green cap.)

[pirate_jack]

He's heard that sort of reaction before, enough so that Jack swings round very rapidly to see who's choking.

"... hello, mate. Father. Reverend."

A beat, and a bright, wicked smile.

"I take it you recognize me."

[cheerychaplain]

Mulcahy points at him, his voice pitched just a little bit higher than normal. "You're the man who stole my hat!"

[pirate_jack]

"No I didn't!" he counters, swiftly. "You've got it right there on your head!"

"Besides, I've got a hat of me own, Jack adds, pointing to his own battered tricorn. "And a very fine hat it is, too."

He cocks his head sideways, eyeing the green cap. Solicitously,

"Not that yours is all that bad, I reckon. No feathers, at least."

[cheerychaplain]

"My other one!" he insists, frowning.

(His favorite one.)

[pirate_jack]

"Your other one?"

A beat.

"That one?"

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy knows precisely what he is talking about, and the man is still managing to confuse him.

He shuts his mouth; tries again a second later, calmer.

"It was," he says, "a tan Panama hat, and I was very fond of it."

[pirate_jack]

Promptly,

"Then you shouldn't have lost it, now should you?"

[cheerychaplain]

It is a moment before Father Mulcahy answers.

"It was taken," he says tightly, "off of my head, during the goop brawl."

[pirate_jack]

"Now, mate, you can't be holding a man accountable for anything what happens during a brawl, savvy?"

He offers Mulcahy a grin, spreading his hands wide.

"Best let it go, and have a drink of rum on me."

[cheerychaplain]

Mulcahy eyes the pirate a moment longer.

Then he says, "And especially during a goop brawl, I suppose." He almost smiles. He takes off his glasses, beginning to polish them with his shirt. "It look a long time to replace that hat, you know." It's said mildly, though! Progress!

-- He peers at him. "I'm ... not sure rum is really my drink."

[pirate_jack]

[OOC: And as you can probably tell, I had collapsed asleep myself... Anyway, potentially-lengthy slowtime is just fine with me!]

[pirate_jack]

"If you're not sure, then it's seeming to me that there's more than half a chance that you might be convinced, especially as you're likely not knowing for certain what you're missing, being a man of the cloth and all," Jack proclaims.

With that, he reaches out to snag a bottle from the bar -- which for some reason seems to keep materializing them in his vicinity -- and promptly proffers it in Mulcahy's direction.