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With deliberate steps Jack 'Three Fingers' Paisley marches down towards the Staff table, eyes deadset on the the older man "Arrr, claimin' a mighty fine prize that aint ev'n yerth are ye Cap'n?" the First Mate snarled as he hoisted himself up the diaz, then gripped the right side of the chair. "Not'f we got sumthin' to say about it, aint that right mateyth?" he chuckled, angling his head at Glick and Deadwood.
His eyes as round as coins Francois 'Doubloon' White flipped the coin that had been in his pocket idly and walked up to his First Mate giving the Captain a snarl as he passed. He stuffed the coin back into his pocket and crossed his arms menacingly before cracking his neck. Yup he was scary and a threat. Fear him.
"Dun know what he be a claimin' is 'is but I says it ain't." Yup he'd side with the Jack o' Cups before the Captain any day. He spat on the ground at the Captain's feet and took his coin back out flipping it in his fingers again, his large eyes glaring at the Captain.