He chuckles at that, shaking his head. "No harm done, then." It's been so long since he's had a smoke at this point, he's stopped the cravings for it, even if the desire for a sense of normalcy still remained.
"Fancy sword for a Corsair, though, least 'round this fleet. Don't reckon it's from around here."
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Date: 2024-12-26 04:16 pm (UTC)"Fancy sword for a Corsair, though, least 'round this fleet. Don't reckon it's from around here."