Though I couldn’t understand a word of whatever language these strange avian bipeds spoke, I knew the mannerisms of pirates quite well, enough to know that this crew was acting more like a band of privateers than just simple raiders. Though they were clearly instructed not to trust me and the others, it was still surprisingly easy to form a kind of nonverbal rapport with some of them, participating in various games and trying whatever alcoholic swill they had in casks during their occasional feasts. Though I had to hide my true feelings when it came to the alcohol in particular, as I hated drinking. Indeed, I hated anything that made me lose control of myself, which is why I was extremely careful to moderate myself.