That does it...

[jacklikesrum]

I think it's about time I went looking for more rum. I don't know about the rest of you, mates, but a good drink is exceptionally hard to come by these days... That, and the hundred souls I need for Davey Jones...

And should I ask what went on in my room while I was gone? Or does that involve details I would prefer not to have disclosed to me at

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[cometherebirth]

My apologies. There was a bit of an emergency yesterday.

[jacklikesrum]

An emergency in the form of what?

[cometherebirth]

In the form of requiring medical attention... He'll hopefully be out of our hair in a few moments.

[jacklikesrum]

You need a better handle on your actions, mate.

[xterrorofdeathx]

Don't touch the body!

[jacklikesrum]

Ah, but that would mean there's a reason why I shouldn't. Does he have any treasure on him, now?

[xterrorofdeathx]

He is infected...

[jacklikesrum]

Oh, cursed then? In that case, I will refrain from touching and/or interacting with said body in any way, shape, or form. Savvy?

[blue_sweatshirt]

I don't know what happened myself - when I tried to ask, all I could get out of Mr. Ovan yesterday was that I should stay away. But I don't intend to leave anything in your area of the room as long as you don't touch my project, and you haven't yet to my knowledge.

[jacklikesrum]

You've certainly got that right. And I have no intention of touching or in any way, interfering with, your projects. Glad we could come to an agreement.