Barcaza: Open Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[Sheridan, quartermaster of The Slayer and frequent enough visitor to Barcaza to be recognized, strolled into the tavern at dusk. She'd had a hard day haggling over powder and ammunition for the girls' guns and the ship's cannons - the sort of 'haggling' where the supplier got to choose between a heavy discount and a lost finger or two - and having fulfilled her Captain's orders she felt qualified to relax a while. She sat down at the end of the bar and gestured for a drink.]

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[gotgreenmagic]

She laughed. "Constantly. There's so much strangeness in these waters it's barely even strange any more."

[captain_jtkirk]

"I don't mean the sad men that roam around here." He gestured around the tavern absentmindedly.

[gotgreenmagic]

She chuckled. "You think I do? Good God, you are naive. You sure the rum won't get the better of you?"

[captain_jtkirk]

"Pretty sure," Kirk downed it all in one go in response to that. "See any silver sea serpents around?"

[gotgreenmagic]

"Buy me another drink and I might tell you."

[captain_jtkirk]

"I'm going to have to get more than a might out of you to do anything."

[gotgreenmagic]

She laughed. "Then how about this. I'll buy the drinks, and if I can't keep up with you I'll tell you everything I know."

[captain_jtkirk]

"Deal. Get drinking."

[gotgreenmagic]

Sherry grinned, waved for a full bottle, filled both their glasses to the brim and threw back her own instantly.

"We haven't even discussed your forfeit when you lose."