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Claret couldn't help but to blink and rub his eyes. Twice using both set of hands.

[color=f7976a][i]'Feck me! Tha lass got somethin' in 'er eye. Oh shite! Tha' feckin' tail!'[/i][/color] He mentally screamed as he tried to gather his thoughts, walking over towards a nearby table to steady himself. He had never had problems to keep balance on his ship prior to his blightborn state, but this snake-like woman had surely done him in. If a snake-lass existed. Then it meant there were great odds of a kraken-woman aswell. He fondly recall having used his feathered pen to draw added physical attributes on those kraken drawings on the old maps. Of course his uncle's reaction had not taken away that habit, only reinforced it.

[color=f7976a][b]"Aye lassie! Me be a pirate, a captain indeed'ey! Please-sure ish mine! Me never saw such a pretty sea-serpent' afore. Tha's a mighty fine piece o' a- Oi!"[/b][/color] He said aloud, his eyes landing on the table he had walked over to. A left over pastry. He could have also sworn he saw another nice piece of landlubber lass sit there a moment or two ago. He must have caused her to rush to get all powdered in the face. It was that or grab some booze.

[color=f7976a][i]'Don't mind if me do.'[/i][/color] He thought as he gave the older gent by the table a thumb up with his lower right arm, as the left one carefully slid over and snatched the leftover goodie. The upper two arms started to spread as his eyes wandered back on Sya.

[color=f7976a][b]"Sorry lassie! Me get meself destracted by tha lack o' joy in 'ere despite the fine company! Booze and shag-opportunity! As fer why me be having gotten 'ere? Cause both the kingdoms want me head, and it ain't even the most impressive one. But nevermind tha'! Tell me, have ye seen the highness-asses? Me need to provide me introductions aye! Offer me services for the royals an' the Dawnyhav'n! Me wouldn't mind to shag ye and the pretty redheads after tha', but me gots to keep me head straight or me might forget 'bout reportin' fer duty! Aye!"[/b][/color] He grinned and gave a wink in Kira's direction.

The captain made a deep bowing motion, and stealthily snuck the pastrie into his mouth, chewing it and swallowing it swiftly. Odd. It didn't made him feel any less hungry.

[color=f7976a][i]'Oh shite. Me needs ta find another o' them bird'ey's.'[/i][/color] He lamented mentally, but perhaps all was not lost. A song could surely get his thoughts elsewhere than biting some unfortunate sucker's neck. Then he laid eyes on someone he recognized from posters he had seen during his pirate-relief work in the past. Aldrick! The famous bard!

He had felt abit bothered that somehow whomever drew the wanted posters and the posters for the musical events were not the same talent. Some even have had the audacity to put the man's poster above his own. As if he was the most wanted man. Claret had at the time taken in the view of the poster. Sure. The guy was goodlooking, but he was not pirate captain. But since they were both artists, despite clear differences he had come to an agreement to coexist with the man in their pursuit of fame and fortune. And shag.

[color=f7976a][b]"Oi! It's Aldrick! Tha' man be famous among ye landlubbers! Perfectum on ye shiney rectu- Anyweys! Good mornin' ye handsome landlubberin' lass-stealin' scoundrel! Arr! Time ta wake up! And what's better way to wake yerself up than with a song! Ohoi!"[/b][/color] He reached over and tried to lift Aldrick's head up from the table he had seemingly fallen asleep against, using one of his handy hands at one of the man's horns. Then he tried to give the man a gentle barrage of slaps on the cheek to wake him up. [color=f7976a][b]"Ye play, me sing! Let's do et! The capt'n an' the bard, nay room fer any tard!"[/b][/color]

The captain jumped up on the table and began to make a few step-dancing moves, his buckled boots almost as worn as his coat. He really needed to steal another pair. But for now. The urge to sing aloud was taking over. 


[color=f7976a][i][b]"It's time ta be cheery with joy, oh me goodness, here be lands ahoi! In Dawnhav'n where the racks are full, where yer day, nay night is never dull! Don't ye fine lad worry yer silleh little head, it doesn't really matter if you sleep in someone else's bed. Yarr! Harr! Di diddle! Ye might not know it, but someday lass, my hands might just slip to hit that- sass! We are the fun ol' laddies o' the inns, don't ye mind us when we keep our eyes at yer twins!

Booze and shag! Skip out on ye work and don't be a drag! Aye! Fill that mug to the brim! It just ain't gonna make yer vision dim! Trust me! Me know these things! Captain Crown is in town! Line up lasses and all ye lads, there's rumble to be hads! One! Two! Three! Four! It's time for them royals to keep tha score! One! Two! Ahh! Four! Nay three! Four! Tha Capt'n is 'ere to teach some pirate lore! Yaharr! First mate Greg had a big pegleg! Balance liked to tip and durin' one stormy night he fell o' the ship! But keep in yer saddle, for Greg used it as a paddle! Unsinkable Greg! Greatest rowman o' the wavy waves! Me own proud mast with sail, knew that in the end rank would prevail! Aye! 

Let me see yer hand! Not all four! Two will suffice! Aye! Move those feet too! Dance to the shanties! Or pay me a tribute by givin' me yer- vigilantes!

It's time ta be cheery with joy! Yarr harr! This be land ahoi! Landlubberin' and booty rubberin'! That's a pirate life fer ye and me! Me got some room for a lass, miss, lady and even a wife! But goddess forbid my own, or it be the end o' my life! Aye? Feck! Me blighted an' dead already! The dead tell no tales! Well fellows? Thenk again me just gettin' started!"[/b][/i][/color] Claret kept making his best attempt at livening the inn with some of his own sea shanties.