simba, remember who you are

Sparrow · 10-18-2021, 07:02 PM

Sparrow was well drunk enough to cover the pain of her injuries. She had promised the pirates that, no, they would not be staying in the frigid north and she expected them to gather somewhere else. She would call them to and eventually get all the details settled. Probably. Maybe.

It wasn't important now anyway.

What WAS important was that the party had lasted long enough for her to blackout and come back again and yet it was still night time... or she blacked out the whole day and no one told her. It really could have been either. The fireflies, which were blue and definitely not an effect of the party, danced around lazily. What was MORE interesting, was the glowing mushrooms, which Sparrow greedily gathered and threw into a pouch the equally drunk Friar held onto. If the mushrooms glowed, they might make glowy alcohol! She could brew it later, for sure. Somewhere, she thought she heard a voice and tossed a glance back to her companions.

"Did y'all say somethin'?"

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