A/N: I'm sorry for the length of these last two chapters, but they are more of intro chappies. The rest will be longer, I promise.
The bartender saw many strange people come and go, but today his list would be lengthened considerably. There was that guy with the black eye who kept grumbling about small dwarves kidnapping his necklace, (the bartender could tell the difference between drunk and getting conked on the head one two many times, and this man was definitely the latter), and that old who had a freakishly womanly figure and voice, but insisted (using a sword and some obscene gestures to stress his point), that he was a man and not a woman, and would the bartender please let him hide behind his counter for a few minutes? Ah well, no use harping on it, there were glasses that needed to be cleaned.
"Bartender." The bartender stood up, rag in hand, and turned to a man who had been sitting in the darkest corner of the bar for a while.
"What can I git ya?" The bartender took a (somewhat) clean glass and held it up.
"Another…anything strong." The man's voice was somewhat slurred and his shoulders were slumped. The bartender took another look at his customer, and noticed that he was wearing a rather torn and faded East India uniform.
"Bad luck, mate?" The bartender handed the man a glass of rum sympathetically. Everybody else was either gone or drunk unconscious by now, and it was good to have somebody to talk to.
"The worst. Lost my ship, I lost her. They sunk her." The man bowed his head in grief, and the bartender winced in sympathy.
"What happened?"
"She's back, though." The man continued as if the bartender hadn't even been talking.
"What?" The bartender, confused, cocked his head.
"I've got her back, and now we're going to sail the seas together…always together…" the man sighed and drained his glass. The bartender squinted and decided that this man would go on top of the crazy list.
"But for what reason? Why?" The man held out his glass for a refill. "What do I do now?"
"I think you've had a bit too much already, mate." The bartender took the glass from the man's hand, and the man sighed again.
"Probably right." The man took some coins from his pocket and dropped them on the counter, and then staggered toward the door. The bartender shrugged and whistled while cleaning the bar with a rag. You sure do get some weird ones in here.
