The Buccaneers Bay

[Wolfs Ghost]

Anderson glanced down at Mac's hand, and shook his head. "I might've tried taken my life. But if ye want t' finish the job, David yer more then likely t' try." He snarled, glancing over towards O'Brien, "Ofcourse, that'd make ye the most wanted lad in both Bretonia and the Buccaneers themselves. So shove off laddie, we've got some business we need t' start. Gettin' the Leviathan back."

He turned around briefly to head back to the room he came out from, but stopped.

"And until ye can mustard up the courage t' draw a pistol out on me in this bar, O'Brien, yer not movin' up in the world. So, do yerself a favor and keep yer respect. Or ye'll find yerself tied outside of a ship, and keelhauled through a jumphole. Ye understand?"

He looked around with his lonely eye, "As fer the rest of ye. Get yer asses drunk, or get out of my tavern."

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