1st bottle of Rum

[andajarofdirt]

ſo now that this unpleaſant "creepy ſea beaſtie that is not actually a ſea beaſtie at all but none the leſs was very much beaſtial" buſſineſs is over

and given how i think i might have finally figured out how this place works

who would be ſo kind as to point me to the rum floor?

[Well, the good news, animus, is that he's not hopelessly illiterate! The bad news is that he's also not all that bad with computers either the capslock/shift key is just elusive, that's all. The worse news is that he's still a troll, and now he's gonna troll your network with his fancy 18th century typeface. Savvy?]

Comments

[warriorscribe]

All right, then. How does "it is all because the wench died" relate to everything else you've told me?

[andajarofdirt]

well, if you had paid attention, you would have realized that if the wench had not died i would have not made a deal with davy jones to raiſe her as the pearl nor i would have ſold my ſoul or my mother i cannot remember which one for it which of courſe would have reſulted in me not getting devoured by a giant monſtrous ſea beaſtie and thrown in the locker for what felt like an eternity.

[warriorscribe]

If you had been paying attention, you would realize you never mentioned Davy Jones, that the wench IS the pearl, the sea creature, or the locker.

Again, you're toying with me, or you have a terrible memory.

*He's sick of this, honestly, and the stool he's sitting on is starting to get uncomfortable.*

[andajarofdirt]

well that is just common knowledge!