[color=f7976a][h3] Claret Crown [/h3][/color]

A big yawn was heard, followed by six limbs stretching. 

[b]"Ahh shite! T'was some good nap. Now where the feck are me?"[/b] Claret looked around, trying to recall the happenings of the last day. Had he drank up all his rum? The thought of being out of it filled him with a sense of dread. Being fully sober was dangerous. 

The man wiggled his toes, and when he did he noticed two midgets by the end of the bed. Smaller than children they were, and dressed in crude outfits. They were even slightly ugly. 

[b]"Pard'n the intrus'hun... oi wait a shmackin' moment. Ye ain't midgets ye are feckin'..." [/b]He blinked to the two puppeteer dolls he had used as socks for the night. Oh that was right, he had broken into a room at the inn at night. They had locked him out. The nerve of some people, the former pirate captain had taken matters into his own hands. 

[b]"Oh..." [/b]He said in a short moment of revelation, that his post drunk clarity had bestowed upon him. 

[b]"At least me did nae burn it down this time 'round... tha's progress in me shippin' log. Time ta get meself some gosship an' intre...deuce meself ta 'dem highnessinesses..." [/b]The swaggered his was out of the bed and tossed his temporary puppet socks to the side. 

[b]"Feck some real freaky landlubber shaggin' dolls, shite... the fecker is gettin' more shag than me still. Cannae 'ave tha'. Time ta get meself some buried chest an' booty." [/b] 

The former pirate grinned and got himself dressed. Which just meant putting on his boots, as all his other clothes he had kept on. 

He had to get his way out of here before he would end up in trouble. More trouble. He went up to the door. It was locked. 

[b]"Ahh come on! Why ye gotta do me dirty like tha'. Okay it's the capt'n Crown tackke time."[/b] He rubbed his four hands together and then ran to force the door open. A loud banging sound. 

[b]"Oopsie...ne'er was one for knockin' things down... knocking up howev- oh shite gotta go. " [/b]He picked the door back up and discreetly. Or attempted to discreetly jam it into the doorway again.[b] "Like new. Carry on ye dashbuckler." [/b]He scurried away on swift steps before someone would notice what he did. He had not stolen enough coins to afford to pay for a new one. Or the window he broke to get in. 

Claret made himself down to what appeared to be the largest room. 

[b]"Gud mornin' everbuddeh! Who wants a hug? Me throat is a tad bit sore after last nights whatever-stuffus wha's goin' on... but enough o' that and more 'bout whose willin' to buy themselves a friend? Not just any friend mind ye, but the formerly dreaded pirate o' pirate captains, Captain Crown. Aye? At yer service ladies and gentleladdies! Whose up to be me...lessee 'ere... fiftyseventh first mate?"[/b] Claret gave a cheeky grin to the entire room, his four hands place on his waist as he took in the view. Now this place was more like it. If he could get drunk enough in here and sway enough it would feel like he was on the Crown Jewel again.