Slowly entering the bar, James McAstin directly made his way to the barkeeper. The room loooked a bit cold, as it always did before. But with more privateers than usual sitting around, the amount of smoke incredibly increased. "It looks like a foggy day on the british seas in Sol history" he thought".
"Barkeeper! A bottle of 16'er Islay Whisky! If you have the good, clean gaian stuff here... " he chuckles.
Grabbing his bottle, he went to the table Mark and Lord Moore were sitting at.
Being shortly shocked by the chipmunk appearing over Moore's shoulder, nearly dropping his scotch, he asked:
"What the... Hell. A chipmunk... You're weird, Moore. Weird. May I take a seat, fellows? That bottle needs to be emptied..."
As McAstin arrived, Mark's magnetized attention on the chipmunk suddenly released and he turned towards him. "Oh, eh, ahoy there, my name's Mark Stuart, your little newcomer." While he slightly giggled, his body made ugly twitches and with his clear voice he almost sounded like a child. He then looked at the fancy looking bottle of 16' Islay Whiskey. "You must be some sort of wine connoisseur, hehe."
Moore turned his attention to James. "Who's weird here? Alvin?" When Alvin heard his name, he jumped into Moore's hair. "Well... maybe yes." Moore chuckled and continued. "Of course, have a seat with us. So... How's life goin'?"
[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.
Being offered a chair, McAstin sat down, putting the bottle in the middle of the table, and silently nodding to Moore and Stuart to empty their glasses.
After they did, and with a smirk on his face, McAstin filled them up again. "So, Stuart? Wine conno... Comono... " he spits. "Yeah, like 't crap. 's good stuff, really. But, welcome to the Frontiers End. Where the world ends, 'n the frontier begins." McAstin laughed loudly.
He then clapped on Moore's shoulder, right at the moment Moore was bringing the glass to his lips. "So, buddy. Nah, I meant you're weird. Having that... Chipmunk 'ere. That's weird, buddy. Oh, 'n don't spit that good islay stuff all o'er the table!"
Turning to Mark, he asks: "Buddy, how comes you found your way to the Frontiers End? We aren't easy to find, since we became outlaws." He leaned back, taking a huge sip of scotch. "You see, times became much more difficult. I nearly had some trouble to bring my shire up here, that Naval Forces buddy on the way nearly scratched my paint. But... After selling his H-Fuel, it seems I have some cred's left for that scotch, buddies." McAstin chuckles. " 'n for you? How's it goin' so far?"
Mark, relaxedly leaning against the side of the desk, was continously nodding when McAstin talked to him, he put on an odd smile, squinting his eyes which made him look almost like a Kusarian even though he didn't resemble them at all. He pondered for a moment, grabbed his glass and emptied it in one sip, cleared his throat and said:"Eh, well, that's an involved story, I had some quite well-grounded motives to enter the business of a buccaneer, to sum it up, my life situation and my prior relation with Lord Moore-" Mark shortly canted his head towards Moore. "-at that time led me into joining you lads. I'm pretty much used to most of the stuff I suppose." He shrugged. "Fought Colonials and sacked a few fees already." He took a deep breath. "By the way, you've got some more of that fluid?"
He punched the man sitting across from him and dragged him kicking and screaming from the bar.
"Don't dae tha' wi' me pal... DINNAE!"
Once Fergus is outside, the group of Privateers can hear muffled crashes, bangs and the sound of metal striking flesh. A bloodied Fergus re-enters the bar.
"Ye lot! Wi' yer fancy pants n'frecking monkey.. OI!"
He charges over to them and pounds his fist down. They all look up at him and he bursts out laughing.
"Ah ha..."
He lowers his tone and sinistrally pulls out a bloodied metal rod.
McAstin listened to Mark, silently nodding an sipping his scotch. When hearing the part of taking fees from Colonials, he laughed. "Yeah, that's what we need." He then nodded, when Mark asked for more stuff. " 'nother one for you." And filled Mark's glass again.
"Cheers, buddies" McAstin said loudly. Loud rumbles went through the Bar, and everyone turned their heads towards the door. As usual, Fergus was the source of the noise. McAstin smirked.
With Fergus coming towards their table, and hitting down on it with his fist and asking for a drink, McAstin already began to fill up an empty glass. He took a short look at Fergus, pointed at one of the chairs and shoved the filled glass of scotch to that direction. "Take it, buddy. You look like hell, what 'd you do 'gain, buddy? " McAstin took another look at Fergus. "Cheers 'gain, buddies. 'n tell me, what happened Ferg. 'n what the hell 's up with that rod?" McAstin laughed, looking around.
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!"