Fights Like The Devil, Dressed As A Man

"Shouldn't we be makin' haste leaving this place?"

Edward draped himself back in his seat on the deck of the Jackdaw with a rakish grin. "We could," he said, "Or we could enjoy ourselves a few days of respite before getting back to the muck and the salt, aye? We've plenty of supplies in the hold."

Adé sighed and shook his head.

"Besides," Edward said, picking his mug of ale off the table, "We've earned some making merry, haven't we, boys?"

That got a hearty 'aye'. Thusly enabled, Edward took a large swig of his drink, grinned, and hopped up onto that table with the keen sense of grace he'd picked up from years of climbing around the rigging. "Then let's make something of it!"

The men - bar Adé, who was returning to the hold to shake his head, no doubt - cheered loudly.

Edward scraped his throat. "Now you're ready to sail for the Horn! Weigh hey--"" He waved his arms, and the men joined him for a loud "Roll and go!" before he continued alone, "Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn to be rollicking Randy Dandy-O!"

Hope you liked rowdy pirates singing shanties, island, because you could hear them from a mile away.

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