Wherein I am Exceedingly Vexed

[commodore_jln]

It has been three days since I departed Port Royal with the Dauntless to search for Jack Sparrow, and thus far we have encountered nothing but doldrums on the sea and rumours on land.  The ideas that man seems to cultivate about himself are absolutely mad- he rode off on the back of a dolphin, or perhaps he was last seen in the upstairs room of a

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[captjacksparrow]

S'might be profitable to be getting out of the sun, mate, if you're to be believing such tales.

Wasn't a dolphin. Giant squid.

[commodore_jln]

Heaven forfend I should believe any such rot, Sparrow, and if you think to toy with me with your idiotic, swollen-headed stories, I would thank you to be silent.

[captjacksparrow]

I weren't to be wanting to toy with you, my good Commodore -- Still Commodore, eh? Haven't decided to turn o'er your papers and turn pirate like meself have you? -- only wanting to be offering my expertise on the matter. So to speak. Theoretically. Existentially.

Traded for it with a man named Jose. Has a farm somewhere round these parts. Breeds 'em. Like cattle.

[commodore_jln]

Yes, Sparrow, I am still a Commodore, not something which is likely to change, unless I happen to become Admiral even sooner than forseen. I shudder at the thought of becoming a brigand like yourself.

'Existentially'- do you even know what that means? And pray do not lean so close; there's a significant possibility of intoxication from the mere odour of your breath.