Curtis was still speechless when the doctor of the crew began warning them to leave. The vast majority of the tavern obeyed without hesitation, flooding from the broken door and the hole that had been left in Claire--odd name for a man--'s wake.

After his tavern had been emptied, save for himself, the woman and the doctor, Curtis at last was able to find his voice.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" He shouted to the woman. "Why didn't you do that when the pirates first entered?!"

Glancing to him, she scratched the side of her face. "Ah, so those were pirates."

Slamming his head down on the counter, when Curtis rose again his forehead glowed red. "[i]Of course[/i] they were pirates! Why do you think we were barricading the doors?!"

"...I thought that was your hobby," she answered bluntly, though she now carried a slight grin on her face. It quickly faded, though, being replaced with a look of mild distress. "Ah, shite...my ship's out there with me stuff in it. They'd better not've looted it while I was eatin'!"

Watching her step towards the remnants of the doorway, Curtis called out to her. "Hey, what about all that food you ate?"

Stopping in her tracks, she turned towards him and clasped her hands. "Gochisousama."

"Thank you for your patronage," Curtis bowed in response. "...THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKIN' MEANT!"