By the grace of the lord, it's Cobalt. One o, one a. If you're going to send people shooting after me, at least spell the name right, Mr. Hoone.
[2:54:18 AM] Dusty Lens: I think when he was expressing some uncertainty about his pvp skill [2:54:23 AM] Dusty Lens: We all told him that the best teacher is the undock button and dying. [2:54:27 AM] Dusty Lens: I think he took that too literally
Oh fer chrissake, laddie.
The Reavers be workin' fer us an' the Hessians now, nae the 'Sairs.
Point o fact, i think the Sairs make it a policy tae shoot the Reavers stone cold dead, ye ken?
Now, take this farce down afore ye go pissin' off one o the few groups what work fer us wit yer ignorance, ye blaggard.
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You bin so outta touch you don know whats goin on in Dublin anymore, I alllus said ye shouldn a hired t reavers, ye can never trust a mad dog, now theyre flyin bout the Molly field attackin our ships.
If the OG wants t best f Mollys, yell clean this vermin ou.
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Now I'm sure we can all sit down an' sort this out like dublin men should; over a drink an' with a laugh on a man's face. So I'll start.
Hone, ye're great fat moronface, and firs' thing I'll do when I see ya is break yer teeth with my fist. Over tha las' few weeks, son, we've been poppin' corsairs like they're goin' out of fashion, an' what you done with yer time? Hassled Kalliste until she's got hersel' angry enough to want to shoot ye. Tha's what ye get for pesterin' a lass.
Now between you an' me Hone, an' ye better be listenin' to this carefully, 'fore I left Dublin for the merc trade, I don' more'n ye'll ever achieve fer the cause. I'm twice the Molly ye'll ever be, an' I gone left. Jus' let that sink in 'fore you start hurlin' words back at me.
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Over a drink an' with a laugh on a man's face, Hone. Shame ye ain' drinkin', or laughin'.