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James delved in thought, pressing the rim of his drink against his bottom lip. Things were in disarray; poisonous men on the loose, a dread in motion, gnawing him in the last few weeks.

Perhaps it was the restless nights that sprung him from his sheets. His attempts at rest rendered themselves ill and he slowly begun to suffer its consequences with gaunt cheeks and red rings that begun to rim around his eyes. As his appearance begun to falter, so did his sight. The sting of the air was beginning to become a hindrance, something he had along ago grown immune of. Translucent waters served to be of greater irritation, forcing thicker lines of kohl.

The sudden rustle and voice did not jar him rather roused him back to reality as boots poise themselves on the table top.

"Is it?" A glint of a smile curled his lip. "Now who might you be fellow mate?"

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Sebastian’s teeth gleamed in the light as he let out a sharp bark of a laugh, tilting his chair back on two legs as he gave the other man a more comprehensive look-over. Lean, that was for sure, and well covered up. A far cry from Sebastian’s sleeveless vest. Bandana, some kind of bracers. Nothing too out of the ordinary on such a well-known captain, aside from the distinctive husky voice and youth.

"Me?" Sebastian took a swig of his rum. "None other than Sebastian Lamarque, at your service. No significant rank or titles, I’m afraid. Raw skill, intelligence and talent without the fancy wrapping." Sebastian snickered, taking another swig of rum. "I’m between contracts at the moment."

He shrugged inelegantly, almost dropping his mug. Almost. 

"It’s an unpredictable career we share. Though I’m confident I’ll find another worthy ship to sail with soon, before my swords and pistols rust to nothing." 

The glint of a silver cross hanging from a passerby’s pocketwatch caught his attention for just a moment before he turned his eyes back to Kidd.

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”‘ose ahre quite th’ catch ahren’ 'ey.“ James nodded toward his boots, taking a swing of his drink, "Nasty things ta catch when 'ey ahre whippin’ their barb 'round.”

“Formalities aside, it is a pleasure ta meet you Sebastian, but do you usually ogle men you first meet?”