It just came to Mark's mind that he never really intruced himself his fellow privateers. He had a short talk with Lord Moore a few days ago, right after he had joined the Queen Carina's Privateers. Mark now wanted to forget about that incident twenty minutes ago. Although he was despondent and weary, he decided to join Moore, who Mark had just spotted on the other side of the bar. Mark's luggish and dull pace finally led him to a bar stool next to Moore and another man he didn't know yet. A tall and fist hand hit Moore's shoulder from behind, followed by the surprisingly high, yet bleeping voice of Mark. "Evenin' Sah, can I offer ye a drink?" As he soon spotted the crawling animal on the other man's coat, he quickly added: "Ohh, a chipmunk, soo cute, what's his name?"
