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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6872947" data-attributes="member: 20323">Blackbeard seems to shrink in his seat at Blaise's foreboding speech, and that mountain of a man slips deeper into his chair, resting his cheek on his index finger while his other fingers drape over his mouth, leaving his eyes visible. Astoundingly clear brown pupils in seas of bright whiteness, dilated with fear. A singular dread from a time long ago. His brooding gaze is locked on Blaise, riveted, unable to tear himself away no matter how much he may want to.After a moment, he leans forward, uncorks the rum bottle, refills his own glass, and takes a long draught. &quot;It's true, that ship is tied to my name. And it's true the tasks I've asked benefit me. What man wouldn't seek his own advantage? But for all your perspicacity, you are without a compass when it comes to me, boy. The Coral Curse is Blackbeard's ship. That's how folks speak of it. A shameful ruined haunted thing. But it could be worse... I could give it to an incompetent crew who loses it to Her Majesty's Navy... I could give it to men who turn on me. In the end, it's still tied to my name.&quot;Pausing to slide the bottle over to Blaise or any others who wish to refill their cups, Blackbeard offers a grim smile, &quot;But rest assured, if the only matter on my mind were escaping whatever darkness lurks on that ship, I'd give her to you in a heartbeat. Though whether I was doing you a favor would be hard to say.&quot; He chuckles grimly, though his white knuckles gripping the armrest reveal how much Blaise's speech rattled him.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 6872947, member: 20323"] Blackbeard seems to shrink in his seat at Blaise's foreboding speech, and that mountain of a man slips deeper into his chair, resting his cheek on his index finger while his other fingers drape over his mouth, leaving his eyes visible. Astoundingly clear brown pupils in seas of bright whiteness, dilated with fear. A singular dread from a time long ago. His brooding gaze is locked on Blaise, riveted, unable to tear himself away no matter how much he may want to. After a moment, he leans forward, uncorks the rum bottle, refills his own glass, and takes a long draught. [color=darkorange]"It's true, that ship is tied to my name. And it's true the tasks I've asked benefit me. What man wouldn't seek his own advantage? But for all your perspicacity, you are without a compass when it comes to me, boy. [I]The Coral Curse[/I] is Blackbeard's ship. That's how folks speak of it. A shameful ruined haunted thing. But it could be worse... I could give it to an incompetent crew who loses it to Her Majesty's Navy... I could give it to men who turn on me. In the end, it's still tied to my name."[/color] Pausing to slide the bottle over to Blaise or any others who wish to refill their cups, Blackbeard offers a grim smile, [color=darkorange]"But rest assured, if the only matter on my mind were escaping whatever darkness lurks on that ship, I'd give her to you in a heartbeat. Though whether I was doing you a favor would be hard to say."[/color] He chuckles grimly, though his white knuckles gripping the armrest reveal how much Blaise's speech rattled him. [/QUOTE]

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