"You're assuming I knew how to spell in the first place." Bahorel laughs, coming back from the kitchen with a tall glass of rum.

Getting his pirate on. Yar.
He suddenly misses those movies. Silly, but epic. With lots of action.
He wonders vaguely if he's been a pirate in one of his myriad past lives. Man, that would've been awesome. If he was, there might even be books written about him somewhere. He would've been infamous-level, for sure.

He takes a swig from his glass, and sits down next to the gameboard. Idly playing with one of the battleships, he stares at the board, not really looking at it.

He'd probably look damn good in an eyepatch.