A normal person would just walk through the door and head for the front desk, but we're severely lacking in any sort of normality here. Instead, the door inches slowly open, as if whoever's pushing it hopes no one notices they're arriving, and in swaggers a sopping wet pirate, saltwater dripping from his dreadlocks, beard, and clothes. Like any
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He smiles, a little hesitantly, a little hopefully, and takes a few tentative steps towards Captain Jack.
"You probably don't remember me, sir, but I met you once. I was just a cabin boy, but I saw you. You commandeered our ship, actually." Even so, Thomas has a great amount of respect for Jack.
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"Did I?" he asks, fishing under the bar for another bottle. "Well. Small world, isn't it. What ship would that've been, boy?"
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A shy lad, still, Thomas takes a seat on a bar stool a little ways away from Jack. "You got away from the East India Trading Company, didn't you? And managed to escape after you were marooned?"
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