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[lordofthesea]

Hey, dumbass. Why the hell are you even buying paid accounts for me if I don't get any action? So what if I have character development if you don't even freaking use it? If you don't like it let drown the Creepy Strawhat woman or at the very least give me some Fishweed. Anything but being caught in this damn limbo.

Or, hey, hook me up with that sweet peice of Dranaei.

Bubble, bubble, baby.

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[thatched]

I think it was...

[He thinks a moment]

Oh yeah, Whipstaff. Man, I remember old Whippy.

[disappeared completely in the Florian Triangle. Thatch liked to think he was still out there somewhere but eh--if he was he'd come back]

[fierybluebird]

Oh, right...

[Distant look.]

We got revenge for him, right?

[thatched]

Don't think we ever found him, brother.

[He wraps an arm around Marco's shoulder]

Let's drink to his good health then, aye? Wherever the hell he is.

[fierybluebird]

Sounds like a plan.

I'm still going to burn these pictures. [Drags Thatch off to get booze.] And the negatives.

[thatched]

Sure, sure. You do that.

[It's gonna take you a while to find 1600 copies anyway]