Rumsey gave a merry cheer towards the departing pirate,<span style="color: green"> "Stay for the round next time, lad! It's on you!" </span>Chuckling heartily, the pirate stand and appeared as though seeking to speak with his companions before his words got the better of him. Distracting himself, Rumsey called over a serving girl to order another large mug of ale before getting his head back on track.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">"Well, I agree wit' Miss Calypso 'bout the shame o' bein' able t'do nothin' 'bout tha' guardians. But I dunnae think our business is finished 'ere just yet. We leave this town as is, an' it'll blown down next time a strong, dark wind blows in. I say we shape up these scallywags before we leave, and tha' way we'll always have a port o' call when we need it."</span>As the mug arrived, Rumsey wasted little time drinking down several large gulps.<span style="color: green"> "An' wit' tha' said, we got a ship waitin' fer us near Darunia provided we rendezvous wit' it in a day. Swift as an arrow, an' loaded ta the gills wit' cannons."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>