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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]

*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.