Arrow vs. Scroop
Arrow waited until everyone was quiet again, before he continued his story. "As I was saying, Scroop somehow had survived, and there he was, sitting around a table and telling his cronies---and with pride---how he had killed me just to get rid of some lunatic that believed that rules were meant to be followed. After a time, he got up from his seat and went out of the tavern...
"So I followed, and once outside, I said to his back, 'You are a colossal pain in the posterior, do you know that?' Scroop turned around, his face full of anger, and then he saw me…
"'Mr. Arrow! But…how did you...?'
"I cut the blackguard off, 'You seem to forget, Scroop, that I am made of rock, so a hole---no matter what sort---couldn't stop me. So, since I survived…I'm going to make certain that you get your just rewards!' I surprised him, and knocked him unconscious. Then I headed for the one place I knew that would do as a good place to hide a pirate. My friend, the navigator, looked after him while I made my way over to Purstreet 6."
Amelia---quite unexpectantly---gave the whole table, as well as some of the other people nearby, a shower of purp juice when Arrow revealed that address.
"Amelia, could you watch what your doing next time you do that," Jim groused, to wipe off some of the purp juice that had soaked some parts of his clothes.
Amelia coughed sharply a few time, then quickly apologized. She grimaced as she felt a terrific itching all over her back. "Oh, dear Lord!" she groaned.
"What is it, Cap´n ma'am?" Silver asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think those blasted fleas are beginning to start themselves a village on my back!" she said, squirming. Delbert began to scratch her back for her, asking, after a moment, if it had helped.
"Yes, dear, it did. Quite a bit, thank you," she said and sighed. "Now…do go on, Arrow, continue your story."