He shrugged, "Cursed heathen gold, turned me an' me crew into the walkin' dead." Barbossa drank deeply from his cup, finishing off yet another round of rum. And he didn't feel in the slightest bit tipsy. Such a shame that it took him so long to get good and properly drunk. "Get me an apple, Shaun, and I'll tell you the rest."
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Date: 2008-07-29 11:24 pm (UTC)