In your own house drinking of your own rum!

[Captain Falkenberg]

I'll just go an' shoot one in the kneecap t'morrow mornin', just so as t'remind 'em who I am.

*throws another drink down the hatch*

Here's to the accord, by thunder!

*Leads Lady Barbossa outside and towards a nice, dark, comfortable looking spot in the shadows of some pine trees, immensely pleased with himself for landing himself both free drinks and some booty*

[LadyBarbossa]

Th' more ye drink, th' more ye owe me, Dutchman.

Th' kneecap? Ye be soft, luv. I'd have him whipped with th' cat, strung up th' yardarm to hang an' shoot him t' let him bleed an' slowly die, then toss his corpse into th' drink fo' Jones' pet sharks to devour. Make an example of th' devil or devils.

Ye've got t' prove t' me that yo'r payment is worth it's weight in gold, mate.

Otherwise ye might find yo'rself less a captain an' more a captive.

~Lady B

[Captain Falkenberg]

Ah yes, I'd be very happy to follow yer advice regarding my crew, as it makes good sea sense to me, but they'd prob'bly depose me, this bein' the rules aboard ship an' all.

As for m' payment bein' worth it... Well, I've had no complaints so far.

Mind ye; I usually make sure t' set sail afore she wakes up in the mornin'...

*fumbles with the lady's buttons, working his way around various weapons*

[LadyBarbossa]

If they depose ye, then at least I'll be near t' give them a fireworks disply that will give them a special meeting with Davy Jones.

Hahaha... I figured ye wouldn't complain nor object to the payment plans. I do expect to be paid in full, though.

Oh, do ye now? We shall see 'bout that, Dutchman. Ye might not want t' leave in th' morning.

~Lady B

[Captain Falkenberg]

Aye, we'll nail their gizzards to the mast and make them eat their own livers, by the powers!

Don't worry, I'll pay ye in full.

*looks up at the stars*

We 'ave hours yet till dawn. Let's see ye make good on this 'ere bold statement about makin' me want to belay settin' sail in the mornin'.

Ah, this 'ere be the pirate's life. Speakin' bloody murder an' torture while havin' me paws all over a bold 'n' bawdy we... lady. An' I even brought a bottle o' rum when we went outside.

Now, speakin' o' fireworks displays...

[LadyBarbossa]

Ooo... eager fo' th' treasures, eh?

Aye, nail their gizzards to th' mast them poxy curs.

::Takes hold of the bottle and takes a swig::: aye, good. And indeed the Pirate's Life be blissful.

Then let's make good on that "payment" with th' hours we've got.

:::Takes another swig and gives a rum-soaked pirate's kiss:::

~Lady B