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Originally Posted by Eönwë
That Blind Guardian a bi' suspicious if ye ask me. 'e sleeps when 'e should be awakin'. Maybe 'e be tired from a night o' killin'. An' th' same goes fer t'others that're still asleep as well. They should all be wakin' by now.
But why is the rum gone?
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The rum? Gone? What scurvy dog be a'drainin' of the rum?!
...Arr, ye main near took the wind out o' my sails, ye swab. Ye're on a wrong tack, lad. I were a' sayin' Cap'n be brimful o'rum, so we can be a-trustin' his deadlights.