Dreesirk
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"Bloody hell?" Shamus shouted, more confused than anything, as pirates leapt down from somewhere above. "Uh, Cap'n, these men wouldn't happen to be yers, would they?" Shamus peaked around a trio of men pointing sabres at him to get a clear look at the captain. "Guess they aren't," he shrugged as a man larger than Shamus pinned the captain in his arms. Shamus knelt down and grabbed the sack of soap with on hand and a chunk that had rolled out with the other. Without looking, Shamus lobbed the loose chunk at the trio coming toward him. Two followed its arc through the air, while the third began to bicker at them for not paying attention. "Best get 'em while they're distracted, suppose," Shamus mumbled to himself as he twirled the twenty pound burlap sack right into the head of the complaining pirate. The man tumbled a short ways before falling flat to the ground.
"Aye, ye messed wit the wrong Scot today!" Shamus held the soap sack, poised to strike again. The two pirates refocused on Shamus, ready to avenge their fallen comrade.
"Aye, ye messed wit the wrong Scot today!" Shamus held the soap sack, poised to strike again. The two pirates refocused on Shamus, ready to avenge their fallen comrade.