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Post by Storyteller on Jun 14, 2016 2:39:28 GMT
The drunk sloshes back the tankard draining it and putting back on the table.
"Like this pigeon I am free I will serve no master. I may toil and fumble but at least I am my own man," the drunk says as a slight slur is beginning to develop.
The man places the bird gently down on the table.
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Post by Raetus on Jun 14, 2016 3:28:58 GMT
Jack's voice lowers leaning in over the tankards. Whispering conspiratorially to the drunk. The bird peck absently at the grain of the table.
"Ah .......heart...."
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 14, 2016 22:06:52 GMT
The drunk passes out and slams his head onto the table.
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Post by Raetus on Jun 14, 2016 23:29:13 GMT
Jack stands and with deft hand he scoops the bird back into the folds of his clothing. Considering the drunkard he lifts one arm and slips beneath his arm pit. With tottering steps the duo stumble toward the door. The drunkards legs waver lacking any sense of coordination. Meanwhile Jack lacks the raw strength to hold up the drunkard and so the falter and collapse. Sitting up Jack considers the figure for a moment shrugs stands and grabs his boots dragging the drunkard feet first out into the night.
"Come along dear brother your days of shoveling shit are over; soon you'll be eating it."
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 15, 2016 14:53:51 GMT
A peg leg inserts itself between the Drunks legs.
Mate, this dog as stand'n arrangements for a billet. He ain't the one yous master be want'n.
Ye best be row'n along now. Ye "brother" is it? is best left here.
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Post by Raetus on Jun 15, 2016 17:23:15 GMT
Jack's considers the pirate and the tavern then down to the drunkard. When his face rises a more somber tone enters the wretches face.
"Well pirate I wouldn't want ta intervene with chronicler and his customers... Perhaps on my stay here I'll get ta know the clientele a little better."
Jack drops the drunkards boots un-ceremonially pulls up his hood and turns back into the street. |
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 15, 2016 18:33:15 GMT
Pirate under his breath
Reglar or no reglar, they just do no git it. All is unda the proriters protect'n here.
Privlig, some day in da futur this is goin to be a issue I tell ya.
Umberlee, twas so much simplr when my bow slid ovr oyur great boosm.
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