[Three things can loosen a man's tongue perilously. Women, alcohol and torture. Flint considers himself largely immune to the former, too reserved about the middling choice and entirely too stubborn on the subject of the latter to surrender anything against his will.
But a pirate's tolerance for alcohol far exceeds what he's seen in the modern day. His veins at this point may as well be equal parts rum and seawater, comparatively speaking. He nods, drains the last of his water and holds his glass for her to pour. Once she's finished, he lifts it to his mouth for a surreptitious sniff.]
Rakinja?
[He even manages the proper accent, it seems a seamless thing. He's not about to start speaking in the tongues of the Bulgarian Empire, but no man can call himself a pirate captain without having taken prizes and prisoners from ships of every nation, nor culled crew from the same.]
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But a pirate's tolerance for alcohol far exceeds what he's seen in the modern day. His veins at this point may as well be equal parts rum and seawater, comparatively speaking. He nods, drains the last of his water and holds his glass for her to pour. Once she's finished, he lifts it to his mouth for a surreptitious sniff.]
Rakinja?
[He even manages the proper accent, it seems a seamless thing. He's not about to start speaking in the tongues of the Bulgarian Empire, but no man can call himself a pirate captain without having taken prizes and prisoners from ships of every nation, nor culled crew from the same.]