[color:"#6699FF"] i sat at the bar nursing me beer, feeling slightly tipsy. yarrr, i must be gettin soft, this is only me seventh or eighth pint. i blinked, staring at the row of empty glasses lined up before me. suddenly, there seemed ta be a lot more than there was a bit ago. i shook me head. "wha time is't?" i slurred at the barkeep.
"time for you ta be gettin ta bed, matey." he said. "you need some help getting ta yer room?" i glared me best glare and got up from my stool. "you shut yer piehole." i glared some more from my seat on the floor, belched, and got back up, this time managing to stumble my way off. i'll search fer a crew tomorrow.
"faile!!" somebody roared from the corner. i squinted at him.
"well, i'll be blowed!! gaff, me ol' bucko!! what'er you doin 'ere?" i hugged me old friend. i had robbed many o' merchants with gaff.
i'm told i spent the rest o' the night hollerin' sea shantys at the top o' my lungs with me matey gaff. i couldn't say, i really don't remember.
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