Finnegan looks between the giant squid towing a boat off his starboard bow and the bottle of rum in his hand
"Aye can't bee THAT drunk arready"
He slowly teeters with the boat swaying, and starts hauling on the anchor line with one hand and slugging off the bottle in the other. He sings...
Finnegan walks onto the deck and looks around. Seeing nobody, he dumps the body he's been carrying into the ocean. "And now, a drink" He scurries back down into the ship to look for a bottle and finds a small crate full of rum
"I'll do my best...thanks for this." Finnegan reaches down and picks up the mask, fitting it to his face easily. "Now, what should I do with you?" He eyes the corpse, then the door behind it. "Time for you swimming lessons, sailor." He pulls the dagger and heaves the body onto his shoulder...
Finnegan looks around for the voice came from, he sees only the corpse and a mask. "Th-thank you, but what's the catch? Nothin's free where I come from"
Finnegan opens his eyes slowly, his head pounding and ringing like a bell. "What the...how the...where am I?" His eyes focus on the corpse in front of him, a dagger protruding from the dead man's chest.
Name: Finnegan Flaherty
Age: 26
Height: 5'11"
Previous occupation: Procurer of Special Items, or one who Strategically Transfers Equipment to Alternate Locations
Cause of death: Tripped on air drunk, received a free nose job by way of rock.
Weapons: two daggers, one sword
Abilities: Aural...
Barry turns around and looks at Imobius "Better now that there's something under my feet." He looks Imobius up and down. "Doesn't that get heavy?"
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