Jun 05, 2011 17:07
[Jack comes onscreen looking very haggard and annoyed. His supply of rum is long gone, and he's looking the worse for it.]
Oy! Fishman! Little...voice in my head.
[He holds up a hand next to his ear and wiggles his fingers, as if the motion will in any way help Rinzler realize that he's the one being referred to.]
I've found the bar, aye? Found an abundance of them, in fact. And got an excellent grasp on these...telepopper things. Very useful indeed. I can think of any number of situations in which they would have been quite useful...
[But he's drifting from the point. He leans in towards the camera, eyes narrowed.]
But the problem seems to be that none of the fine...gents in any of said taverns will deign to serve me. Now understand, I've got no problem with the lot of them being clockwork men. No problem at all. Never let it be said that Jack Sparrow is a bigot.
What I do take exception to is their singleminded insistence on me paying with these...credit things upfront. In fact if I may say so, the whole arrangement seems quite counter to the whole idea of what credit is meant to be.
Does no one take gold any longer?
jack sparrow