#GoldenScrooge
#GoldenScrooge
His voice was low and laced with venom, annoyed at the continued rambling now that he was sure it wasn’t good.
“And /who/ pray tell, are /they/?”
His voice was low and laced with venom, annoyed at the continued rambling now that he was sure it wasn’t good.
“And /who/ pray tell, are /they/?”
Another sip of his rum would warm his throat, settling in his belly to offset the cold chill of the night and Smee’s words.
As he let it -
Another sip of his rum would warm his throat, settling in his belly to offset the cold chill of the night and Smee’s words.
As he let it -
He stood up and stepped aside to pick up the mop and shove it into Smee’s hand.
“Here, clean this up while you tell me about this so called dreadful news. It’s late. Everyone should be sleeping, not bothering my peace.”
He stood up and stepped aside to pick up the mop and shove it into Smee’s hand.
“Here, clean this up while you tell me about this so called dreadful news. It’s late. Everyone should be sleeping, not bothering my peace.”
Lifting his hand to wave off the scent of a putrid vomit curling up into his nose. Not only was he being annoyed in his requested silence but now almost thrown up on. How utterly annoying.
“How a pirate can throw up rum like that I’ll never understand. It’s a waste and -
Lifting his hand to wave off the scent of a putrid vomit curling up into his nose. Not only was he being annoyed in his requested silence but now almost thrown up on. How utterly annoying.
“How a pirate can throw up rum like that I’ll never understand. It’s a waste and -