::Wullfe sat, brooding in a corner, as usual. His thick mop of hair tied down by a dusty black bandana. A bar wench, common of such rat hole pubs approaches him, offering a drink. Unceremoniously he snatches the drink, and shoves her on her way. He sips a little, letting the bitter sweet taste rest on his tongue. Not being as old as the rest of the pirates, he had yet to develop the taste for Pirate Rum. At the sound of the opening door, and at the sight of his father, his face lightens somewhat. As all the pirates around him erupt into cheer, he raises his mug in celebration. After the commotion has died down somewhat, and Domino has returned his attentions to the ladies, Wullfe stands, and orders a toast.::
Wullfe: “Three cheers for the greatest pirate ta ever sail the seven seas!”
::As everyone turns to raise their mugs, he starts the cheer.::
Wullfe: “Hip, hip hooray!”
::The entire tavern follows his example…::
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