He looked at the drink poured for him, and the seat awaiting him as the other Privateer offered it to him - Blissfully unaware of Fergus's nature.
"What dae I dae? Simple. I'm a C'ptn. That gorgeous beauty oot thar is tha' Sgean-Dubh n'it's a fine beauty."
He sat down, and picked up the drink - Setting down the rod next to him. He took a sip.
"Bleargh. Islay rubbish. This crap's made in barrals made o'steel! Hence it's freckin' spaced flavour. Trust me pal, when all ye got fer a friend is a nice hard drink.. Ye get tae see tha' finer points in life."
He pointed at the rod.
"Like beatin' a man half dae death fer nae buyin' tha' bugger tha' saved his life a drink! Whit is tha' world comin' tae - if an honest, decent man like me cannae get a drink eh!?"
He sat the empty glass down.
"If ye want tae know only one thing aboot me pal - Ye know where ye stand wi me. I dinnae care who ye are, if ye get in me way - I'll smash yer lights in. S'only wan thing I care aboot - New Caledonia. Hence why those fish eating feckers can swim back tae tha' ocean they came fae!"
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