Barbossa had been watching this little cluster form for quite a while, and since it had been forming and he had been impatiently watching and tossing back the poorly distilled rum, he had gotten exceedingly tipsy in the process. And yet for all his waiting, no one was going under the stick! The line just kept getting longer and longer and longer....
For no apparent reason other than drunken boredom the old pirate captain stepped in front of Shaun, rum still clutched in his hand, and limboed rather gracelessly under the stick with a loud cackle.
"Not bad fer an old sailor!" he cried drunkenly, then wandered off to find something else to do.
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:12 am (UTC)For no apparent reason other than drunken boredom the old pirate captain stepped in front of Shaun, rum still clutched in his hand, and limboed rather gracelessly under the stick with a loud cackle.
"Not bad fer an old sailor!" he cried drunkenly, then wandered off to find something else to do.