*Honour saunters over to Mad Jack and looks him up and down*
Aye, ye black-hearted scoundrel! Ye thought this would be the last place ye'd be findin' me!
I suggest if there be a story t' be told, the best person to tell it would be this..this...what are ye anyways? Oh yes! YE DIRTY DOG!
*takes Blackjack Roberts by the arm*
Come, luv, and let's have an ale...by the way--GREAT BOOTS, both of ye!