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[pirate_jack]

*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

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[pirate_jack]

Business, mate. Strictly business.

*Jack grins again, and drinks more rum.*

He's a helpful sort of fellow to know.

[lastgunslinger]

"For a man in your trade?"

The smirk is still there.

[pirate_jack]

*Jack's still grinning, and looks completely unrepentant.*

You might say that, mate.

*He holds up the bottle.*

More rum?

[lastgunslinger]

Roland shakes his head. "Say thankya, but no." His glass is still mostly full. "There's an enemy of mine here, now. Won't do to dull my senses."

[pirate_jack]

*Sharp black eyes glitter.*

An enemy?

[lastgunslinger]

"An enemy. An old enemy." Roland toys with his pen briefly. "My oldest. He's a wizard. Brought down my world, and others. Dresses in black. Laughs too much. He goes by Walter, or sometimes Flagg, though I knew him when I was young as Marten Broadcloak."

He puts down the pen. "Keep a wary eye out, while you're here. He's dangerous."

[pirate_jack]

*Jack nods.*

I'll do that, mate. I know what it's like to have an enemy of the devoted sort, savvy?

*He refills his glass, and his hand brushes across his pistol idly.*

But he's not here now, and so you should enjoy the opportune moment, mate.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland eyes Jack for a moment...and then figures that maybe one more little drink won't hurt.

So he drinks.

"Your devoted enemy -- was he a wizard?"

[pirate_jack]

*Jack shakes his head, braids and beads flying and clicking.*

Pirate, and a mutineer. A damned traitor.

*He suddenly grins, and there's a dangerous light in his eye.*

Truly so, at that, savvy?

[lastgunslinger]

"Truly damned, you mean?"

[pirate_jack]

*Jack nods, still grinning and still with that dangerous gleam.*

Absolutely, mate. Cursed and dead walking, until I broke the curse and shot him through his rotten black heart, sending his betrayer's soul to hell.

[lastgunslinger]

"Well done."

And more rum.

Just a little.

[pirate_jack]

I thought so, mate.

*He has more rum, as well.*

Ten years I spent searching for him to get my Pearl back. Worth every second.

[lastgunslinger]

Jack is Roland's kind of guy. Except for the whole rum thing. Roland's not really a fan.

"Every second?"

[pirate_jack]

*Jack quirks an eyebrow at Roland.*

Well, mate, maybe not every second at the time, but when I finally killed him and recovered me Pearl? *He grins.* Yes. Then it was worth it.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland's smirk gets a little bit bigger and edges towards smile territory. He can't help it.

He looks at the rum, thinks about how much he's had...and nods. And stands. "I ought to be getting back upstairs. Say thankya for the palaver...and the rum."

[pirate_jack]

Happy to share.

*Jack grins at him.*

Fair winds and smooth sailing, mate.

[lastgunslinger]

"The same to you." A pause. "Long days and pleasant nights."

And then there was no more Roland. Alas.